 A review from Mrs. L. My father-in-law was such a grand soul. Highly educated, well read, artistic, Loved classical as well as contemporary music. Recited poetry from memory at the breakfast table. He did not tolerate cooking very well, preferring to load the table with sumptuous feasts purchased from the deli or local bakeries. BUT! Every Thanksgiving and Christmas he soaked a bag of gigantic Lima beans. Then he painstakingly cooked and stirred and spiced and annotated a huge cast iron pot of those limas. When the concoction was mysteriously perfect, this gargantuan pot was shakily hoisted into the oven to bake for what seems hours. "Get outta the way!" he would yell, "I gotta get this thing in the oven!" My first Christmas at his house, I mistakenly wondered why there was such a reverence for this cooking endeavor with a bunch of dried Lima beans. The pot of limas took preference in the oven to all other dishes. Even the turkey AND THE HAM!!! Oh. my . Word.