recipe card microstories: casserole italiano
watching the river run
A recipe from my boss at the A&P, the little market in the mill town where I became an adult, daughter-in-law, divorcee.
The A&P: where I cashiered after old Charlie died and the nursing home job grew heavier than my sorrow.
The A&P: where we swapped gossip and recipes, in the days when we called pasta “noodles.” When tomato soup was considered a vegetable.
The A&P: where I paid for my groceries with coupons clipped from the Sunday newspaper, counting out food stamps like Monopoly money.
The mills shut down. The A&P went bankrupt. And still, the river flows.
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Another poignant slice of life evoked in a few brief lines, plus the perfect time-stamped casserole to go with it. Lovely, Amie!
I always love these recipe card microstories! The last line of this one is so good!