The Monday morning warmup from Jo Knowles was to describe a kitchen from our childhood. Grandma's kitchen I decided, made a perfect slice. And, yes, this is the same grandma as Grandma's Garage. Quite simply, it smelled of love. There was always something cooking or baking in Grandma's kitchen, especially on Sundays. Sunday dinners put most restaurant buffets to shame. Grandma and Grandpa started cooking early in the morning, and it seemed like the stove or oven was going all day. A beef roast and a pork roast cooked together in a roaster (because it made the best gravy to cook them together), pork cutlets or chicken fried in a nearby pan. Potatoes boiled. Macaroni and cheese baked in the oven (called witch's brew when it was warmed up for supper). Pies cooled on the counter--lemon merengue, banana cream, French Silk chocolate, and always an apple. Recipes never skimped on ingredients--real whipped cream, pie crusts from lard, butter for potatoes. You didn