Thursday, July 23, 2015

For the Love of Bread Sticks


My second cousin, Rob, shared a wonderful family throwback with me today after lunch. In it, my Great Aunt Laverne, Great Uncle Bob, Grandma Phyllis, and Grandpa Alex are shown enjoying a meal together. On the back of the photo, " Dinner in San Francisco, 1949," is written in a faded, blue cursive.

At first glance, I was a little shocked by the fact that Grandpa appeared to be smoking. I'd never known him to smoke or drink - apart from a Hot Toddy if he was really, really sick - so to see him holding what appeared to be a cigar was puzzling.

After a closer inspection of the photo, however, I realized the object in his hand was merely... a bread stick! While it was well-known that he abstained from tobacco, drugs, and alcohol throughout the course of his life, Grandpa was a notoriously passionate foodie.

As a true lover of food, myself, I totally get it; and I don't think I would have put down my bread stick for the photo op either.

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