What did you eat for dinner?

What I talk about when I talk about how we talk to kids about food, feeding urban waste to bugs (ew) and the role of the chef (yet again).

I grew up with a glass cookie jar in the kitchen. The shiny aluminum lid and round red handle beckoned. It didn’t matter what was inside, but usually it was half full of Keebler E.L. Fudge Elfwich Double-Stuffed Cookies. (Eat one half, lick the fudge, eat the other half.) After school, I would tip-toe quietly over to the jar and remove the lid. It was l…