Chaim Kasperczyk
Chaim Kasperczyk voted up Ancient Hippy's answer

Back in my '30s, I used to visit my ex-wife's grandfather on a Sunday morning, once a month. He'd call and invite me for breakfast. He never did speak good English and as he aged, he spoke only Italian. He'd whip up a great frittata loaded with sausage, bacon, eggs and cheese. With it we … Read more