Write a piece about a typically “local” experience from where you come from as though it’s an entry in a travel guide.

The first thing that occurred to me, for good or ill is a classic summertime staple in Syracuse, New York where I was born and grew up. It’s something that really only is sold in markets around town and seems to be a quintessentially upstate delicacy and that is the venerable Salt Potato. The potatoes come in a brown paper sack with a plastic baggie full of salt. The recipe is stupid simple, everything goes into a pot with water and boils until the potatoes are done, then they are taken out of the water. As they steam out they get a crust of salt left on them, then you put a little butter in the dish, wait for it to melt and then enjoy.

There are certainly other memorable foods, but this one is the most durable and has the most nostalgia surrounding it. It’s something that Michigan would not understand, right up there with Spiedies, and Heid’s Coneys (nee Hoffman’s actually). Perhaps one of these nights I’ll have to whip up these for old-times sake.