One of the goals Dan and I set when we bought the house almost (gulp) five years ago was to finally have a fully stocked bar—and to do it like adults, not college kids keeping a stash of Goldschlager and Bacardi 151 under the bed and shot glasses from every spring break destination stacked high on IKEA shelves.

It’s been a work in progress, both aided and impeded by my impulse purchases of esoteric liqueurs (Root, in particular, is one of my favorite splurge buys) and more glassware than I can fit into our cabinets, not to mention a few too many cocktail-based cookbooks. But after almost two full decades of acquisition and experimentation, I’ve got a slew of experience and feel it would be selfish to keep it all to myself.
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Ten years ago, I befriended a traveling chef in a six-room youth hostel in Naples. It was shabby but clean and a friendly haven for mostly English-speaking backpackers who communed in its cozy living room filled with mismatched furniture, well-thumbed paperback books, and a litter of adorable kittens playing underfoot.

The chef was from Melbourne and, like most Australians you meet on the road, he was somewhere inside a full year of travel, visiting places where he most wanted to eat. He had begun his trip in China, spent a long time in Lebanon, and even made his way to Iran. He told inspiring stories of afternoons discussing his strong Christian faith with pious Muslims who readily invited him to share a hookah pipe and a pot of tea. Among those recollections, what stands out most in my memory is the chef saying that in all the corners of the world, there were two constants: pizza and Chinese food. Both could be found anywhere people had enough money to eat out every once in a while. For the Australian chef, this discovery was proof positive that Italian food and Chinese food were the best cuisines in the entire world.
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When Sassy magazine folded in 1994*, there wasn’t an immediate outpouring of cultural loss like the mass eulogies honoring the end of LIFE magazine’s run in 2000. Understandable but depressing just the same for those of us for whom Sassy was a lifeline and a pipeline.
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We often talk about the food traditions that defines us here on Good. Food. Stories., and today’s post by contributor Max Rudy explores that tasty connection between personal memories and cultural heritage. Plus, there’s lots of kielbasa involved.

This summer my girlfriend moved to New York from our home outside of Washington D.C., and by the time I followed in the fall, she already knew exactly what neighborhood she wanted to live in: Greenpoint, Brooklyn. Greenpoint is known for its more laid-back, less pretentious and friendlier vibe than neighboring Williamsburg—and, as I found out quickly, also for being New York City’s Little Poland. The northern tip of Brooklyn, originally settled by the Dutch, has been firmly planted in the hands of the Polski since the late 19th century. From then on, steady waves of Polish immigrants have been flowing in. The fall of Communism in Eastern Europe has brought the latest migration of first generation Polish-Americans.
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