This summery parfait has mingled with British royals and literary elites.

In the 19th century, tin miners ate these handheld pies and left their crusts to appease mischievous, mine-dwelling spirits.

Pressed from frozen grapes, this prized wine was a sweet accident.

Once steamed in shirt sleeves and pant legs, this sweet roll took on the nickname “dead man's leg.”

The Japanese soda still comes in a marble-stoppered bottle from the 19th century.

Mornings in Amish country once called for pie-cake and coffee.