It's Friday afternoon around 4:30 pm, and the evening commute is already starting to heat up. In a parking lot beside a low slung red brick building, a smoker with two huge chimneys sits in one corner and picnic tables are lined up end to end. But rather than cars pulling up in this lot, a line has…
. I can already tell this book will get a place of honor in the kitchen and that some other is going to get kicked down to our bookcases downstairs.