Once upon a time, families sat together at dinner. They ate a great dish, that made no Kosher diner a sinner. Pasta, any type, in a casserole dish: oozy, gooey, cheesy; it had it all. The cheese kept it together and pulled it apart: bits not large, nor small. The pasta made better the cheese.…

As I sitting here typing, I am eating a (delicious but not sufficient) bag of salt and vinegar chips given to me by a friend. It's one of the many times throughout my week where my stomach goes "No! Lucy, not fair. Feed me real food." In high school and college, American teenagers get a…