I'm going to a monthly pot-luck dinner tonight. I'm a good cook, but don't do a lot of baking. Tonight, however, I'm taking a triple-chocolate cake, very moist and dense, that is now illegal in nineteen states and carries a surgeon general's label warning of addiction risk.
It's one of my better inventions.
Last month I took a big batch of butter beans--large dried lima beans, for those of you who don't know the term--cooked long and slow with ham hock and diced country bacon. They were gone in ten minutes flat. I didn't even get any of them myself.