Growing up, I never did much cooking. My sister-in-law, Charlotte, tells stories of standing in a chair cooking things for dinner after she got home from school each day. Garey’s mom, Agnes, worked a public job at the time. Charlotte was age seven when the responsibility of preparing some of the evening meal was passed on to her. Agnes wouldn’t let her fry anything; she fixed mostly peas, beans and potatoes. By the time Charlotte reached middle school age, she was fixing fresh green beans in a pressure cooker, and did quite well at it too, until that afternoon she fell asleep on the co