Green Pickled Tomatoes & My Nana
Today, when I went to the kitchen at work to make lunch, I leaned into the refrigerator and broke into a huge smile. I pulled out a jar of green pickled tomatoes, and found myself instantly transported into my Nana’s kitchen. It was 1977 again in Los Angeles, and there I was, sitting at Nana… Read More Green Pickled Tomatoes & My Nana