"When did you become such an adventurous eater?" my mom often asks me, after I've squealed about some meal involving jamón ibérico or numbing spices. The answer is, I don't know, but I can think of moments throughout my life where food erupted as more than a mere meal: My cousin and his Ivy League rowing team hand-making pumpkin ravioli for me at Thanksgiving. Going to the pre-Amazon Whole Foods and giddily deciding to buy bison bacon for breakfast sandwiches assembled in a dorm kitchen.
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