I worked in the shipping office of the bakery and took the bread orders all night long. The phones rang and rang and I sat inside of the flour and filth that's a bakery with the long loaves and flat rolls available the bakery on a walk in closet Carousel belt much perhaps a roller coaster track. The Italians who worked there (they counseled me Italians) didn't speak much English as well as they all swore and gesticulated in the shipping office drinking their coffee the actual red stain on their tennis shoes from a lot of it on the future loaf bags they stuck place with their shoes.
This was her invention and she was likes to show off it. We had been a meat and potatoes and rendered chicken fat family. I don't ever remember seeing a salad on table through most of my childhood.
Benvenuto!
