My mother’s chopped liver isn’t punishment, it’s therapy
This essay is reposted with permission from The Bittman Project, where it originally appeared. My father-in-law always appreciates my cooking, no matter how unfamiliar he is with what I’ve made. In the 29 years since I married into the family, I’ve introduced him to matzah ball soup, brisket, rugelach, and other delicacies he’d never encountered…