A West Massachusetts aside: My dad's mom, with whom I was close, grew up in Holyoke, and moved when she married to the Chicago North Shore suburb of Highland Park. She was a matriarch as well as a major cook within the family, and I spent some weeks with here when I was in grade school during the summer, and loved her cooking. When touring New England years later, my late wife and I stopped at a pleasant restaurant (in an old frame house) in Western Massachusetts for lunch, years after Grandma had died, and I was bowled over by the regional cooking, so much like my Grandma's, the menu and so many little touches. I'd never thought of hers as regional cooking, but live and learn.