Before I go any further, I want to thank my mother for the love of cooking, and for my brother who also shares my intimacy with food. Thank you, also, to all those whose recipes I’ve begged, borrowed, stolen or downright slaughtered. I am happy, and sorry!
Lastly, thank you to the few of us who still think working with an old hand mixer, a wooden spoon, and good-old fingers is just fine. Whew, what a relief!