For a long time, I thought kolaches were purely Texan. Like brisket opinions or saying “y’all” without irony.
Turns out, they’re Czech. Immigrants brought them...
The first time I had chicken yakitori, I was standing. That feels important.
No chair. No table. Just me, slightly jet-lagged, leaning against a counter...
The first time I heard Authentic German Apfelkuchen, I thought, Okay, that sounds like apple cake wearing a sweater.
Authentic German Apfelkuchen.......I didn’t grow up...