Yesterday, while gathering my ingredients for my Thanksgiving feast, I grabbed a bottle (now plastic!) of Kitchen Bouquet. When I was growing up, every home cook kept a bottle in the pantry. My mother ...

I’ll gulp, fearing what’s coming, and mumble: “Do we have to?” You’ll say: “Yes.” I’ll whisper: “About what.” You’ll say: “Kitchen Bouquet.” Good grief, I’ll think to myself, they found out. They know ...