In her old age, my mother has developed a sweet tooth I strain to keep up with. She especially loves ice-cream, which I like but hardly ever crave. After stocking up with some store-bought varieties, I decided I would make her some, possibly healthier than the milk-cream-sugar-egg combination.
For 15 years of my life I was a strict vegetarian, abiding by some vague notions centered around animal cruelty. Then, one night, about 12 years ago, sitting at one of Suzanne Goin’s restaurants, I saw a plate of jamon serrano whizzing by and I simply had to have it. Under the astonished eyes of my friends, I devoured the entire thing without batting an eyelid. And never looked back.