I can hear her screaming, shrieking wildly with joy and abundance, it’s the scream she would let out whenever one of her Queens arrived late, trying to slink in unnoticed, and then in her thick Brooklyn accent, she’d flatly state: “You’re late.” Oh those screams and the laughter in howls and huzzahs, a cacophony of […]
Playing With My Food ~ An online journal about food, thought, travel, and life, by chef & internet raconteur Chaz French.
