I was in high school before I discovered that the name of the store was not actually The Highway Robber. It was in fact The Circle Delicatessen. They stayed open late at night, Sundays and holidays when everything else was closed.  I thought of them this Christmas morning when I reached for the egg carton and found there were only two eggs left.  I had decided to make some bread pudding rather than throw out the last few slices of the week-old bread. If you were raised by parents who lived through the Great Depression as I was, you remember that NOTHING was wasted. Did your mother put a little water in the empty ketchup bottle and shake it to get the very last drops? Did your dad take a piece of bread and mop up the gravy on his plate at the end of dinner? Leftover roast became hash or… Read More »