A 91-year-old woman shares a depression-era recipe. They way she talks you through the cooking reminds me of following my Nani around the kitchen when I was little, and when she talks about the depression itself, it reminds me of long talks with my Uncle Lou.

Something about it makes me feel really nostalgic for being a little girl at the kitchen table. I miss my uncle Lou and his crazy stories about running numbers and the retail business in 1930’s New York.