Picture this: it’s Saturday night, and you’re going to a house party because once again, it’s all you can afford to do. You can’t show up empty handed because – what are you – some kind of asshole?!? You stop by the bodega closest to the host’s house and if

When I first moved to New York, I remember walking to the nearest deli in search of butter or anything resembling butter that I could find on my block.  Hidden behind crumbling Dominican wedding cakes and varieties of beef jerky I hadn’t even heard of ( a rare thing indeed),