My mother never owned a copy of “The I Hate to Cook Book,” but that was probably because she was a Communist. Communists, at least the 1960s suburban... --snip-- “Another good gambit, when a Potluck is under discussion, is to move in fast with the dessert. You say, ‘Girls, I’ll bring my wonderful Hootenholler Whisky Cake!’ (These things must always be done with a good show of enthusiasm.) Suggesting this Whisky Cake is a shrewd move, too, because you can make it six months ago, it’s easy and very good, it’s cheap, as good cakes go, and as good cakes...