Even in the midst of chaos, sometimes food is our greatest source of comfort. I now publish this story each year on September 11, and each time it means something a bit different to me.
If I could take a snapshot of this moment and go back in time to my April self, I would let her know that it was going to be ok, that it *would* get better.
Whilst I was running amok at Peru’s La Mistura culinary festival, I grabbed Chef Maricel Presilla to help me learn the secrets of picarones, a fried dough dessert that had me addicted from the first bite.
