“He portrayed villains and had a deep, distinctive voice,” I offered, searching for the elusive name. “Basil Rathbone. I know it’s Basil Rathbone,“ insisted my mother-in-law. “No, I know it’s not him.” “Boris Karloff,“ suggested my husband. We were trying to remember who had created the bread pudding recipe for the restaurant where we were enjoying a wonderful meal. I knew who it was. I could even picture his face and hear his voice. His name just escaped me. The trusty