“Grandma Rose died in the late 1970s.
She made the Greatest meatballs and grated stale Italian bread for the bread crumbs.”
I went to a Catholic school. All the cooks were old Polish and Italian ladies who had flappy arms and wore old style dresses but the food was all homemade and to die for.
Every Tuesday and Thurs they made homemade bread and you could smell it through the entire school.
I would give anything to go back and eat that food.
That sounds pretty awesome.
Flappy arms and old style dresses..remember them well :)
I remember my Aunt Mary getting arrested for bookmaking at 85 and cursing the cops while she was put in a paddywagon and muttering how you can’t make an honest living in this country :)
Her 2 boys did time. They may have been mafioso animals but they gave great presents :)
ah, youth!