I didn’t grow up eating Apfelstrudel.
It started on a cold afternoon when I was supposed to be doing something productive. Taxes? Laundry? Answering emails...
The first time I had Baltimore crab cakes, I wasn’t even in Baltimore.
I was in Queens. Obviously.Because that’s how food works sometimes—it finds you...
The first time I made Old-Fashioned Raspberry Jam, I wasn’t feeling whimsical or nostalgic or any of that Pinterest-core stuff. I was annoyed.
Annoyed because...