Imperfect Prose on Thursdays: Making Love in the Kitchen (and giving away FOUR copies of Bread & Wine!)

Growing up, we ate Saturday Stew.It was a conglomeration of all of the week’s leftovers in one pot, because we lived under the poverty line, and my parents hated waste.So if we didn’t finish our supper, the week before, it would go into the pot and we dreaded...