Writer Tom Junod decides to serve his mother's famous cutlets alongside his usual cooking at a dinner party, without telling any of the guests about their origins or canned contents. He has high hopes:
Impossible hopes, really, because they were redemptive in nature -- because I hoped not simply that people would like it but that they would like it more than anything else I served, and thereby prove me wrong about cooking in general, and my mom's cooking in particular.
But the cutlets are untouched, except by an eleven-year-old boy who loves them, because he has never had anything like them before.
For anyone who has ever felt that peculiar mix of shame, pity, pride and nostalgia for a childhood spent eating lots of Campbell's Soup cookery, this is a must-read.
Check it out: A Moment of Inspiration at Esquire
Have you ever revisited the less-sophisticated dishes of your past?