This is a review for Sobremesa: A Memoir of Food and Love in Thirteen Courses. I was sent a copy for a review. I remember as a child going to visit my dads parents. My grandmother would make dinner and there would be tables set up throughout the kitchen so we could all be together and talk. If the phone rang we didn’t answer it until everyone had finished eating. Then the women would move into the living room or the men would go outside to chat and smoke. The kids would stay behind in the kitchen to clean up the dishes. Most of the time my grandmother would stay…