It’s not just the flavor. It’s everything else that surrounds the food you eat upon return to a place you call home: the helping hands in the kitchen, the familiar cooking equipment, the famiglia sitting around the table, the landscape you pass along the way. This all seasons the experience in ways I simply cannot replicate in my life across the ocean. It’s the essence of being Italian American.
Sure, I could scour 15 different markets in Denmark to find a can of rootbeer, or use a