Culinary Comforts

Having sated my gastronomic nostalgia by devouring both cans of Boston Brown Bread, sent to me by my daughter-in-law, my thoughts then turned to the culinary equivalent of a comfy sofa and a warm duvet that is a peanut butter and bacon sandwich.

Years without it, months to procure it, gone in two weeks.

That sounds fairly straight-forward. Unlike Boston Brown Bread, which is impossible to get over here, and which—when hunted for—elicits suspicious looks and hushed conversations about callin...