The Food Issue

Once I became a man, it occurred to me how cool my family cookbook actually was

Someone I loved and lost about a year ago put together a binder of my family’s old recipes for me. It doubles as a de facto scrapbook these days, its pages filled with memories I can taste. In it, there’s a sloppy joe recipe dating back to my Uncle Harry’s days in the Navy, when he served them up to ill-fated shipmates while stationed at Pearl Harbor, before and after that infamous December day in 1941...