A wonderful book that took me back to my childhood and listening to my father telling stories of his childhood in New York City, and then him taken me to different deli’s in the Los Angeles area. In the sixties and seventies there were a lot more now I still take my family to Cantor’s Deli in L.A. But even the area around it has changed a lot over the years. This is what this book is about the change of his culture and the lost art in a way of homemade pickling and curing. When people had time or made time to make food the way it was passed down from generation from generation. Like other ethnic foods that have gone slowly as well like the Italian deli, for one it still comes down to what we have been willing to replace. For me since grandparents have passed and parents now I find myself teaching my children the Italian recipes that were passed down to I and the home made pickles that my grandmother would make in her kitchen. Maybe we can save the few Deli’s that are still around. This is a wonderful book and brought back many memories. So now I close this review because I am going to make an Italian sandwich with mortadella, capicola, salami, prosciutto, the good provolone cheese, a little oil and vinegar with some pickled veges on the side and that was the way I was raised. A good book.