Recently, friends came to my house to share holiday treats and stories of their family food traditions. Their recipes hold long-treasured memories kept alive by us for the next generation. While we come from different places -- Hungary, Italy, the Ukraine, Poland, or Puerto Rico -- the stories are similar. Some of them are about great cooks, some about those who could not cook at all. Some of the stories are wistful, like longing for the crusciki recipe that died with my friend’s mom. Some are joyful, like enjoying rice pudding with coconut and cinnamon. It’s the rare family that... Read more →