The Food Police, Sandy edition

It’s been about a week since I’ve returned home following my unexpected post-Sandy week-long visit with my aunt and uncle.  These people are truly incredible.  After hosting a west-coast couple for the week prior to the storm, they housed my family for the week after (with a little overlap with one-half of the couple who couldn’t catch an early flight back to San Diego).  There were also other storm refugees staying over; at one point, there were nine overnight guests (plus the two full-time residents) in the modest split-level home. Perhaps not losing power doesn’t make a person lucky.

Since he retired, my uncle has made a hobby out of cooking. More of a passion, really.  His meals are out-of-this-world, and his desserts are even better. I think. Because as much as I love them, and know that they are trying their best to help, at times I became the subject of a two-pronged Food Police interrogation.