Submitted by Linda Johnson, Kalispell, Montana I grew up in the Bronx in New York in the 1950s, and oh, was it fun! It was such an eclectic neighborhood—every nationality was represented. The smells coming from windows and doorways and sometimes a street cart made you dash for home to eat! My dad was always a great influence on me in the areas of food and cooking. His Italian immigrant momma taught him especially well. Dad would always use fresh ingredients only—why not, as you could get anything in the neighborhood nice and fresh before the big box stores came in. There was the fish market, the meat market, fruit and vegetable stands all over, and, oh yeah, awesome bakeries (Italian was my special favorite). My dad deviated later on as box stores came in, and the real fresh stuff he liked to cook wasn’t as readily available. He created …