On (Pantry) Stock & (Kitchen) Timers

It's there, somewhere. Somewhere in the kitchen cabinet. A few degrees north of the pantry and south of This or That. Or, perhaps, the drawer to the right of the silverware. That moment-the one that never happened. Or did it? Neither gold nor silver but tarnished-of memories and crossword puzzles. Of stews, skillets, and underdeveloped skills. In the dusty corners where dog-eared crosswords (and cross words) blend with sweet and savory minutes, a recipe, of sorts, is baked then born. Dresse...