When I was a little girl my parents both worked in a factory. My mom would work days and my dad would work nights, so there was always someone at home, taking care of us kids. Our summers were spent in the country with our grandparents, helping out in the garden and going fishing. We never had much, most days we would snack on bruschetta and tomatoes, and when we got lucky at the river we would have a bucket full of sardines that my grandma would fry to a crisp perfection. Sunday was a ...