The United States of Ribs
I Didn’t Just Want to Live in America, I Wanted to Eat It
It was all about the food. To be honest, it always has been, and probably always will be.
It was all about the food when I was growing up in a small mining town in the north of England, distracting myself from my grimy surroundings with the smells of Bengali food that wafted from the large kitchen in our family home. And, it was all about the food 40 years later as the death of my beloved mother and the pressures …