Grandma Got Chops

Lasagna in its most salivating form, “back in my day” stories, scents of moth balls and outdated perfume… These are the nostalgic Grandmother tid-bits that comfort me. In La Crosse, Wisconsin, I imagine a child all to familiar with Grandma in the kitchen twirling a spatula and head banging to Slayer with a bunt cakeContinue reading “Grandma Got Chops”