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.
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