Ya'll can get good ol' crust bread up there. For some reason we can't get bread unless it's in a plastic wrapper. Everytime I go up I pick up a couple of loaves that we eat in a matter of days, lol. My DH didn't know what I meant by crusty Italian bread until I took him home to Jersey. Guess there are no Italians in Iowa.
NJ is such a mixing pot of cultures. Where I grew up down in Milliville we had a lot of Russian immigrents. Vineland had a lot of Italian. Bridgeton had a lot of Swedish, Irish and English. In between you would find lots of Jewish people from all over. Pasta on Wednesday, no meat on Friday, Locks and Bagles for breakfast. Stores would close downtown at noon on Wed because that was the market day. Everybody would go to the market to stock up for the week. It was fun introducing my husband to all new kinds of foods. He is a meat and 'taters guy from the midwest. Even now he turns to me when we come across something new and ask, "Do I eat that?!" If I eat it I know he will.
My counts were only down once and I had to have a transfusion. Glad they could take care of yours with one of those shots. You are doing so good with this!!
How's that hair? scalp feeling funny?