Let me tell you why I love food. I was born the youngest of six kids in a family that was culturally all mixed up. My parents were son and daughter of first-generation Scandinavian immigrants who never put away their Old Country recipe book. Through marriage, I had brothers-in-law, nephews, and cousins from Vietnam, Mexico, and Japan. While other kids ate Jell-o molds and hot dogs at family picnics, I was...