Someone I know always orders the chopped steak at restaurants because he is afraid it will be taken off the menu and go extinct if people don’t order it. I’m not exactly sure where the concern comes from, but clearly the dish evokes a memory for that person that he doesn’t want to see die. I think we all have certain foods that are connected to memories of a good time or a specific person and with the lapse in teaching cooking skills to recent generations, a lot of these recipes have literally and figuratively died with their keepers. Thinking…
