Some parts you forget

I decided to make an old family recipe that I hadn't had since I was a kid. I called two family members and they both had the same recipe. Which means it should have tasted like I remembered. But it was awful. I doubled checked the recipe and without a doubt I had made it correctly. A few days later I was talking to my brother who reminded me we didn't like it as kids either. I guess the pleasant memory of eating dinner with my family was the memory I remembered so strongly that I had forgotten how bad the food actually tasted.