I distinctly remember what I ate for supper on Christmas Eve 50 years ago.
Not the entrée perhaps, but certainly the vegetable.
My mother served stewed potatoes (“potato slopters,” as she dubbed them).
I remember the potatoes because I was passionately reading my newly purchased 25-cent comic book (“Justice League of America” Vol. 1 #96, featuring the JLA versus Starbreaker the Cosmic Vampire) at the…
