Bread and heaven: how compromising over food can save a marriage

My mother wouldn’t throw out leftover baguette but my father hated the dry, hard remnants. Their solution was bizarre, but preserved their relationshipTwo years after the end of the war, but still during rationing, my parents married. They had never lived together, or even had sex; people didn’t in those days. They had spent a few weeks for a couple of summers under the close observation of my grandparents. And then, the next September, there they were married and on their way t