My grandmother would croon over every scrap of meat on a sparerib like a medieval relic hunter musing on the knucklebone of a saint. — Rose Quiello Copy Share Image
Life is messy; it's not linear, it's not logical, and the book reflects that. — Rose Quiello Copy Share Image
My grandmother would croon over every scrap of meat on a sparerib like a medieval relic hunter musing on the knucklebone of a saint. — Rose Quiello Copy Share Image
Food became the antidote for feelings of guilt, sadness, and anger. ... Food is a resolution to controversy; food is rescue. We ate and… — Rose Quiello Copy Share Image
