Old buildings in the burroughs of NJ ~ things that make me breathe a happy sigh.
Although I'm pretty sure my husband would have a "kaniption" over the mess of electric and telephone wiring that harken back to neanderthal days, but he's not on this blog so let's not talk about him right now and enjoy the photos. Shall we?
Here's the thing about visiting my birthplace. When we shop, we shop at the Polish specialty shops. No boring grocery stores for us. We specialize. Family owned and operated. More happy sighs.
Store front windows, oh my and a woot!
And can these Polish peeps bake? I tried to talk them into moving their store to Arizona, but for some reason they didn't relish the idea. I mean, c'mon? We just don't have these mom and pop bakeries in our newfangled areas. Yet something about the hellish heat turned them asunder. Go figure.
The store owners were very gracious (or they felt sorry for me because I lived in the desert) and let me take photographs.
Love this twine cutter and tin ceilings.
Old and original, I could smell the wood...I could. It smelled. I smelled it.
War bond poster in the corner, I snapped a pic, I did.
Dear Polish bakery store owners, thank you for allowing this gal to savor your darling store! And the cookies were delicious too!
Now what is a blog post on old NJ without a blurb about my grandmother's cousin's chocolate making store. That's right, I said CHOCOLATE!! **Note the cross beneath the chocolate sign. Heavenly, I'm telling you, heavenly!
Let's go inside, shall we (that's my little mom there, tee, hee)...
Truffles, truffles, and more! I may be biased, but I have NEVER tasted chocolate that compares with this store. Never.
They create it old world style in the basement, set up like a well oiled chocolate making factory machine. Boo. Ya (sorry, couldn't come up with a better expression for that statement).
My grandmother with her founding cousin. Priceless.
Thank you for visiting Genevieve's!! Even if is was only via the world wide web.
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