Magical Realism

August 26, 2015

For the twisty, thorny, slippery-slidey subject of food and authenticity at Walt Disney World, a trio of strawberries impaled on a stick is as good a place as any to jump in. I ate them last April, when I was on vacation with three generations of my family.

After several days of togetherness — most of which orbited around my young nephew, caught up in the quintessential Disney World cycle of manic delight and exhaustion— I ducked away one afternoon to wander Epcot’s World Showcase alone. When I’d visited Disney World as a food-curious teenager, I’d felt…