Although I'm really not Italian, most of my friends and neighbors were Italian when I grew up and then I married into an Italian family. I absolutely love it! My neighbor, Uncle Tony, made pizza every Saturday and Sunday dinner was the best. I loved summer for the fried zucchini flowers and fresh tomatoes. His garden was 50% tomatoes, and the rest was zucchini, asparagus, onions and garlic and herbs. I really miss those days.
I was embarrassed however the first time I met Stromba's grandmother. He had given our cat a nick name that I mentioned to her and she turned bright red and laughed. Stromba later told me that it basically translated to "dick in the ass." I had no idea!
Originally posted by INTIMID8OR3 You have at least 5 cousins living in the same town or street.
All five of those cousins are named after your
grandfather or grandmother.
And you REALLY, REALLY know you're Italian when . . . .
Your grandfather had a fig tree.
You eat Sunday dinner at 2:00.
Christmas Eve . . . only fish.
Your mom's meatballs are the best.
You've been hit with a wooden spoon or had a shoe thrown
at you.
You know how to pronounce "manicotti" and "mozzarella."
You fight over whether it's called "sauce" or "gravy."
You've called someone a "mamaluke."
I think this is the list my family fits into. I think the "sauce" or "gravy" discussion comes up at one holiday a year, atleast.
Originally posted by INTIMID8OR3 Your grandfather had a fig tree.
LOL!
Does the fact that every Italian curse word inlcude sex and a curse word matter? I can't really write Italian so, I'm not going to try.
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