I’ve written before about my grandmother Esther who ran a small hotel in the Catskills. (See My Heart Remembers My Grandmother’s Hotel and Hotel Kittens. Esther was a wonderful cook and baker turning out meals for hundreds of guests at the hotel from Memorial to Labor Day. She had a staff of course, but she was always in the kitchen herself instructing, supervising, and tasting everything before it was served to the guests. Then after the season when we were all back in the...