Early one chilly morning after I dropped the kids off at school, I hungrily parked the 14-year-old Land Cruiser in Ruthie’s Diner’s graveled parking lot, alongside several other muddy vehicles.  I was treating myself to a quiet indulgence of two eggs, bacon, toasted sourdough bread, home fries and coffee.  My mouth was watering in anticipation.  Heavenly aromas greeted me at the Diner’s front door.