The Elusive Baguette

I loved that place, the smell of pizza and bread, the brothers yelling at each other and the voice of their mother yelling back from upstairs. I felt I was in another world. I would walk in and linger, just soaking up the atmosphere, regardless to say my bread run took pretty much the whole morning.

Grandmother Sophie’s Chili Sauce

My husbands Grandmother on his mother’s side was an incredible cook. She was a superwoman of the depression era. She canned everything herself, and when she cooked for gatherings she came with trays filled with fried chicken, polish sausage and sauerkraut, potato salad, and always made enough for an entire neighborhood. She worked at Marshall…