Butter Bolognese, Baby Boys and War

I first heard the term “Bolognese” when we lived in England. Before then, I just called it “meat sauce”.   All the “mums” on my square were making “Spag Bol” (spaghetti Bolognese) as their go-to dish on week nights. We lived in a very international part of Cambridge, England.  Built in the era of Charles Dickens, our grey brick flat was something out of an Victorian era movie. We had neighbors from Australia, Italy, Russia, and of course, local Brits.  Most were professors at Cambridge University.  Professors are an interesting lot.  They are not attached to material gains and pie-in-the-sky dreaming.  They exist to acquire and pass on knowledge.  Hours can be spent discussing the bay […]