How A Brown Girl Learned To Brown Meat

How A Brown Girl Learned To Brown Meat

Where’s the beef?We were on an Alitalia jumbo jet bound for Rome from New York. Some 38,000 feet over the cold, dark Atlantic waters, the flight attendant placed a plate of piping-hot ravioli on my airplane table. My grandma, who was seated next to me, got something vegetarian. As she started to eat, I spooned a few plump, square dumplings onto her plate. “You’re going to love this grandma,” I told her. “What’s this?” she asked, eyeing my meal c…