One evening while staying at my grandmother’s house, she came home from a wedding. She ushered me into the kitchen, took a small package wrapped in napkins from her handbag and placed it on the kitchen table. In the dim light of late evening, she pulled it open to reveal a piece of wedding cake. This formative food experience opened my eyes to the possibilities of purse food.
Decades later when my father-in-law was visiting my husband and me in northern Michigan, we went to a fish fry. Hours after visiting the all-you-can-eat fish buffet, I was in the living room with my father-in-law. He pulled from his jacket pocket several pieces of fried fish wrapped in a napkin then nonchalantly ate it without pausing the conversation. Miraculously, his jacket was unsullied, and I never noticed the s