When I was growing up, my mother went through a phase of
buying Swanson Frozen TV Dinners for the family. She loved the idea of sliced turkey, mashed
potatoes and green peas organized in their own compartments on a lightweight
aluminum tray. Taste was a distant third
to convenience and novelty.
I didn’t go that route.
Once I realized that food could be more than just something to put in my
mouth, I wanted good tastes. The Meatball
Sandwich I discovered at a take-out counter on New York’s West 43rd Street,
just down the block from my first real job, tasted better than any homemade food
I had in my youth.