From the kitchen of One Perfect Bite...As soon as we knew the fumes from the Deception Creek fire had dissipated, we left the coast and headed home, taking a circuitous route that took us along some back roads where time seems to have stopped. Many of the old farm houses have ramps leading to porches that creak as surely as the joints of the folks who still live in them, and their rabbit ear antennas break the monotony of the gray or dirty white their shingles have become. This is the country...