January 30, 2020

My grandfather hated cheese. I’m not sure if it was the taste or the smell, but cheese, even the mildest ricotta, never entered the home. I have a vivid memory of my grandmother eating a block of Cheddar a week after my grandfather died. It’s kind of amazing the compromises we make for the people we love. She loved cheese. But she loved P.A. more.


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