Tomorrow is our birthday. We spend the evening on my brother’s phone, reminding our parents about our earlier birthdays. They WeChat us from their apartment in Beijing, a light-filled structure of imitation marble, with a housemaid clattering about in their kitchen. Tell your mother about the first one, our father says. The first one after we moved to the States, we assume—oh College Station and your grasshoppers and Cracker Barrels and inflatable pools sagging on your front lawns. “Tell her … [Read more...] about My History of Food