Growing up, my mom was undeniably the queen of the kitchen. Although my step-dad owned Thanksgiving, I can count the number of times he cooked dinner each year, on one hand. On the rare occasions he did cook, Beef Stroganoff was a perennial favorite, and something I crave to this day. It wasn't fancy but something about the way the intensely savory flavors of the mushrooms, onions and beef melded with the rich and slightly tangy sour cream made it irresistibly appealing. Sometime during college I was horrified to learn that "real" Stroganoff includes tomato. I summarily pushed the Americanized...