
Chicago First Bites...
It is a generational tradition of the women from my family to say “let me get a taste”. It’s an intimate moment to share a piece of what is in your plate. We do it naturally but with rules. I taste yours from the side corner of their plate Then I insist that you then you taste mine. You don’t ask for the last bite on someone’s plate and you always follow up the taste with a culinary critique of how you enjoy it or how it could be better. It’s one of my “requirements” for marr