“Picadillo is an easy weeknight meal…something every Cuban knows how to make.” Elsa tells me this as we stand in her beautiful, recently renovated kitchen drinking wine and preparing dinner together. The mother of my best friend, Elsa has always been like a second mother…
“The first thing that I’m going to do when I go back home, is go to the park and get a big plate of fritanga.” My friend Eric tells me this, eyes closed, mentally picturing this meal he plans to eat the second he returns home…
“I remember walking into my grandmother’s house…her house was small, no bigger than this room, and smelling this bread cooking on her stove.” My friend Philip recounted this memory to me as we stood in his kitchen, waiting for the Irish soda farls he was…
“I never cook Korean food…it just doesn’t taste the same when eaten alone. I don’t know why, but it tastes so much better when eaten with other people.” This was my sister-in-law Christine’s response when I called her to ask if she would be interested…