Rilassarsi, ascoltare e fare spese - Relax, listen, and shop!
Every Italian has wonderful memories of their nonna, or grandmother. Our family, like many, called ours Nonni. You can see my Nonni on this website in her wedding picture, shot back in 1919!
My Nonni wondered why you would go out for pizza when you had plenty of good food right there at home. And when we arrived at her house on Sunday we started the day's eating off right with those great meatballs she always had ready. They had been lovingly made the night before. Actually, if you were fortunate enough to be there on Saturday evening you probably got fried hamburgers on white bread. Lots of people used to eat them like that back before we found out it was bad for you. Anyway, those meatballs were just the warm-up for bracciole, chicken, and then the ziti. After the ziti we caught our breath, then had some salad. Salad comes after the meal in many an Italian home! We kids would then have some ice cream, typically that Neapolitan tricolore stuff, and some Italian cookies. No Oreos there! It was a special treat when my grandfather had figs or some other food we might have had trouble explaining to some of our non-Italian friends. At night when all the cousins came over there were sandwiches with unusual cold cuts, cantaloupe and other goodies.
The memories of many a happy Sunday helped make this site come alive.
Here's to every grandmother - every Nonni - who ever filled a home with love!