I want to tackle a subject I’ve been pondering for a while, but frankly haven’t yet dared address: cultural appropriation as it applies to food and eating. I’m hesitant about this because, one, as you may have noticed, ‘cultural appropriation’ is a tetchy term, a signal to gather your people and prepare for war. Two, because I’m part of the dominant culture here, I don’t want to come across as preachy about something that I’m just really trying to understand myself. And three, I really don’t want to assign guilt to some of my favorite food experiences. There are so few real pleasures left to a lady, you know?