PARIS — Easter still makes me think of vinegar. A clear wax crayon, drawn onto the white shell, not able to see the childish designs, hoping for the best. Dipping into the colored, vinegary dye with a flimsy wisp of wire shaped like a stop sign. Who decided a hexagon was best suited for Easter egg fishing?
I grew up with the English muffin; I know its habits. It comes from the grocery store, lives in the fridge, and has a thing for the toaster. It’s quirky: brown spotted, fork split, craggy faced. I didn’t pry.
ORLANDO, Fla. — For two years, Milagros Camacho struggled with what she thought was heartburn after every meal. At night stomach acid would sometimes come out of her mouth and nose. Even drinking water would set off her symptoms.
Love it or hate it, the chopped meat and tomato sauce sandwich that is the Sloppy Joe — I dare you to try eating one of those babies without staining your fingers or shirt — is for many an iconic lunch food of childhood. For meat eaters of a certain age, the messy sandwich also showed up fairly often on the dinner table, too, usually with tater tots and sometimes an iceberg-lettuce salad, if my mom was feeling especially fancy.