Food has always played a big part in my life. One of my earliest memories will always be sitting at a table with my siblings eating a simple peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a glass of milk. Those memories stuck with me so much so that every time I've had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich since then, I go back to those days. To that time. As a young boy growing up in St. Albans, Queens, I was always exposed to different food cultures. In my neighborhood alone, I had the best of Italian, Jamaican, and American cuisine within a 30 block radius. Those different cultures formed my palate, and allowed me to experience a wide array of tastes and smells every single day. I still remember the different shops and diners and stores based on those smells. And I smile. Because of the memories. When I got older, I was blessed to land jobs that allowed me to travel. To see the world and explore its food, whether it was shrimp and grits from the South, clam chowder from the Northeast, or pasta made from scratch from Italy. I smile at the memory of those places, sure in part because of the architecture, but more so because of the food memories. I find myself asking where it came from. How its prepared. What gives it its flavor. WHO gives it its flavor. Being able to meet the masterminds behind the dishes adds to those memories, and hearing their stories help me form a lasting bond with those moments. With this site, my mission is to podcast, my mission is to combine my love of food with the stories behind them, the history. City to city. State to state.


THIS... is Dawson Eats America. The website. 

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