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A friend/colleague/writer-about-food-and more—Cynthia Bertelsen—recently reposted some of her blogs. One, in particular, sounded familiar, and not because I might have read it before.

Because so much of sounded like my own life.

Cynthia and I are both descended from immigrants who arrived in the New World in the seventeenth century (1632 and 1609). We’re…