Love this, Kathryn.

In response to your question: My Italian mother’s pasta sauce, and her always letting me “sample” while cooking. My Jewish dad’s weekly pilgrimages to our Chicago suburb’s popular Kosher deli. Every Sunday, we chowed down on lox, bagels, smoked fish, etc. Fresh tomatoes from my dad’s beloved garden (which my mother used for her sauce). My dad, the “grill master!” So many memories.