Bruschetta with the Catullos

"When I was in grade school, my morning routine was to forego any breakfast at home. Only a large mug of coffee, very sweet and very light—then tear up the street to my best friend Joe's house. Invariably, he was never quite ready to go, so I was invited into his parents’ kitchen."

Marco focuses this week's story on bread—and the rich, visceral memory of being a child eating with wonder and delight.