"I haven’t—ah..." Sirius hesitates. "I haven’t exactly tried that one yet. It’s... a complicated recipe, and I’ve never been able to make it quite like Mum’s, and I’m... well, I’m a bit scared I won’t remember how to make it, or how it’s supposed to taste. Don’t have a written recipe or anything." And although he had plenty of memories of the curry, made by her or James or even himself, the memory of learning the recipe for the first time eludes him; he’s not entirely sure if it’s a memory lost to the dementors, or if there simply hadn’t been a single instance where he had been taught the entire dish.