Monday, March 26, 2012

Pizza and tunafish...

Today is two years since my mother died. So in her memory, I splurged on what we called supper when we were little. Pizza always came with tunafish, preferably with iceberg lettuce leaves on the side. It was my job to make the tunafish while my father went to pick up the pizza from TwoTony's.

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