Because feeding pregnant women to volcanoes is savage, but feeding volcanoes to pregnant women is delicious.
A vehicle for a well-transformed cut of beef.
Sometimes, pasta wants to be dipped.
Dori’s favorite meal from growing up.
The cheesy cousin to the potato classic.
A little something we brought home from a party.
One of the many reasons why there’s no such thing as leftover beer.
The fried history of an export we re-imported.
A universal favorite with an American addition. Or subtraction, I guess.
The bread that defined travel, convenience, government folly, and in the process, American progress.
I don’t always get fresh tomatoes, but when I do… yum.