On a shelf in my parent's kitchen in Connecticut sits a well-loved copy of The Fannie Farmer Cook Book, a now barely-held-together cooking guide that came into my family decades ago. The yellowed pages are filled with sticky notes designating favorite recipes; loose sheets of paper containing additional recipes thought up over the years; and hand-written notes on the pages in my mother's almost illegible scrawl. I know every family has some version of culinary nostalgia, either in the form of a cherished book or a tin filled with recipes on index cards. But for me—the ... Read More