
I ate pig cheeks last night. We'd just arrived in the small, medieval town of Evora, Portugal, renowned for its hearty cuisine and wines. I'm someone who leans vegetarian, so pig cheeks were the last thing I was craving. But sticking to my Portugal road trip policy of openness and zero expectations -- and with our waiter insisting that pork cheeks are the best fare in the region -- I leapt.
I've actually always been fairly game for trying weird foods in my travels, and as I watched my 6-month-old son devour his second solid meal ever -- pureed carrots -- across the table from my pork cheek extravaganza, I wondered if the trait is partly genetic.





































