There are few things I treasured more growing up than bread and cheese. A golden toasted piece of sourdough and sharp cheddar were the remedy to all ails, a guaranteed good feeling. To combine the two into a crunchy, just-the-right-amount-oily, melty, cheesy sandwich (A Grilled Cheese) was to achieve nirvana. I perfected my technique to …
This recipe has several uses: Salty crunch, aromatics, an appetizer, and mediating conversation with your mother in law. My grandmother was scary – incited fear. If I were to put it more gently, I could say: she was unkind at times. A hard, more sour person. I looked for the typical expressions of grandmother-ly love …
I worked at a restaurant for three months during a too-hot summer in Brooklyn. It was the summer after my first year of college, and I had returned home part-adult, part-child. I knew the restaurant and owner from growing up a block away, the staff knew my parent’s names and our orders without asking. The …
