I was born in the back room of a bar! By Rose Greene

Mom owned several cafes over the course of her life, and she was a marvelous cook. Her spaghetti, chili beans and macaroni and cheese was out of this world. She never measured anything, but her food was always scrumptious. Occasionally her wonderful made-from-scratch fudge would come out a little runny, so we’d just eat it right out of the pan with spoons. It still tasted just as good! Her bar-café, The Blue Room, had three round blue mirrors behind the bar. I had one of them for many years, but it recently broke. I haven’t had the heart to throw the pieces away.