Tiny Love Stories: ‘Every Morning We Got Up and Did It Again’
Still Cooking Side by Side I fry cutlets for chicken parmigiana, doing math: In my 53 years, I have fried thousands. My mother taught me. When I was 7, we would fry chicken side by side, her hip touching mine. “Cover yourself,” she would say. “You’ll get hurt and dirty that shirt.” As a teenager,…