I got teary-eyed reading this. My first Reuben was a religious experience.

I will never forget the day my mother made me a Reuben for the first time. She got all the fixings out and started assembling. I stood next to her, eyes barely counter-level, going, "Cheese? Ew! Sauerkraut? Ew! Mom! This is so gross. What are you doing?" Then she sat me down and had me take a bite. I've never been the…

I love a Reuben, but that's not why I kept reading on. This was a damned fine piece of entertaining writing.

Love your articles. Have you ever considered posting pictures of your finished recipes?

Every Reuben you have ever eaten was not a Reuben, but was, at best, a Rachel.