As American as Doner Kebab
This is a food blog, not a political blog, but sometimes it’s worth pointing out how closely the two are bound together. I just got back from a big family trip through Germany, Austria, Slovakia and Hungary. I went to celebrate my mom’s 80th and of course to eat. What I came away with — besides an extra five pounds — was a reminder of something I often take for granted. A vibrant food culture depends on the continuing influx of new…
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I was born and raised in Minneapolis, where I grew up feasting on tater-tot hot dish, real sweet corn, Pearson’s Nut Goodies, and that celebration of all things fried on a stick, the Minnesota State Fair.
My mom and stepdad owned a series of restaurants in town, including the pioneering New French Café in the warehouse district, which still has some of the best bread I’ve ever eaten (the secret was the oat flour). Across town, my dad owned a Jewish deli called Deli-ca-Chessens. Read More »
