My name is Danielle, but you can call me D. I’m the great-grand-daughter of first generation Slovak immigrants and coal miners who settled in the Wyoming Valley of Pennsylvania, and still trying to figure out what that means to
me today. I fancy myself a writer and anthropologist, and I’m fascinated by the way us humans give meaning to food. I believe food is often the only thing that can hold a community together even when all other cultural ties have come unmoored, because I’ve seen it happen – I’m seeing it happen right now in my hometown, actually – and it’s what brings me here. I love pierogies, good whiskey and great cheese. My heroes are Nellie Bly, Willa Cather
and my mom. I’m not a trained chef, but I once roasted a whole leg of lamb that my boyfriend’s dad said was “absolutely perfect,” so I consider myself a notch above “novice.” If you’ve got a question, shoot me a line at dwayda13 [at] gmail [dot] com.
Cover photo courtesy of Hank Rogers, of the Unite Penn Bank building in downtown Wilkes-Barre, circa 1970.