My husband bought an old, dilapidated hoosier. When Burt brought it home, I raised my eyebrows in wonderment. The wood looked like it had been starved of oil for a half century, the latches sported deep-seated rust, and the work surface displayed dents, pits and more rust. A pathetic example of what was formerly a farm woman’s pride and joy as well as the essential cupboard in her kitchen. “What was he thinking?” “I’m going to restore it good as new, ” Burt announced. “Well, I hope,” he muttered under his breath. I looked at him and gave him a Read More