The Annual Cookbook Tradition

NOTE TO UNCLE MIKE: PLEASE DON'T READ!

Every Christmas when I was growing up, my mom would select a wrinkly wrapped gift from under the tree, shake it a bit, and say "Hmmmm, I wonder what this could be?" She knew what it was, of course. We all did. It was the annual bottle of Vitabath, the bath bubbles that came in the green and white ridged bottle that…