Good food is worth a thousand words—sometimes more. In My Family Recipe, writers share the stories of dishes that are meaningful to them and their loved ones.
Growing up in the suburbs of Baltimore, we had a tradition that was a surprise for most of our guests. After the dinner plates were cleared, we served the final course of the meal. Our guests expected brownies or pie or some other sugar-bomb. But not in our house. In our house, we ate salad.