27 Joys And Struggles Of Growing Up In An Italian-American Family
Pasta. So much pasta.
When your friends came over they were asked no fewer than six times if they wanted something to eat.
Your holiday dinners looked a little different from everyone else's.
...and stocking up on so much sauce, which you called gravy.
And Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, or Bobby Darin played in the background while everything was being cooked.
Leftovers were stored in these.
And if you were really celebrating, it was sambuca with coffee beans.
There was probably a framed picture of a pope or saint, and definitely at least one cross, hanging in your grandma's house.
And you've heard every joke about how it sounds like a kind of pasta.
You've had to explain on more than one occasion that your family is not in the mafia.
And that this was not an accurate portrayal of Italian-Americans.
Actually, good luck in general if you ever wanted to "watch what you eat."
You know how to pronounce things like "gnocchi," "bruschetta," and "tagliatelle," which means you're the one to order when you and friends eat at an Italian restaurant.
You never understood why your friends' houses were so quiet.
And, yes, you are guilty of talking with your hands.
But you love every minute of it, and can't wait to carry on the traditions with the next generation.
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