When my father retired from the office, my mother retired from the kitchen. That's how Dad took over the cooking. He was happy to do this, I think, since he liked to cook and my mother (though a wonderful cook) did not. He preferred simple food: pork chops or mini-hamburgers in our antique electric frying pan, or chili in the oven, or home fries, or great northern (not Navy) bean soup with ham ...

read more