By Michael J. Cain
Growing up in a small town in the Midwest provided few opportunities to experience international foods. At home we ate pot roast and chicken and rarely went out to a restaurant. I’d eaten plenty of spaghetti as a kid, but that didn’t mean I had eaten Italian food. Mexican food had never been served in my home, nor had German, Greek or Middle Eastern dishes. Once I left home and began making food choices on my own, I was amazed at the variety of options.