Well, life ’round My Cookery would be a little too predictable if I was full of finesse. I was baking breakfast muffins early this morning when my husband ducked in and said “wake the kids.” I told him not to wake the kids and he reiterated that I was about to “wake the kids” . . . with the SMOKE alarm. It seems as if I’d let something drip over in the oven yesterday and it was generating a fabulous cloud of “rise and shine” smoke throughout the kitchen. Looks like oven cleaning duty on the horizon.
Chowder for the Wolf at the Door
When 10 pounds of potatoes and a couple dozen ears of corn show up unannounced, welcome them home to the chowder pot. After transforming our
