You, me & Ratatouille
Have you ever had one of those transcendent food moments, Reader? Like at the end of Ratatouille, where the food critic takes a bite and is instantly transported to his childhood? I’ve had a few, and of course they’ve all been while traveling. Like the best peach I’ve ever eaten. My mom and I were on a cross-country road trip from Seattle, where I grew up, to Middlebury, VT, where I was about to start college. Yes, my mom and I are identical Somewhere in upstate New York, near Lake Ontario,...