Our last few years, living in Chicago, we lived in my hubbys grandmothers house...she herself, was still alive, but due to recovering from her broken hip, she had to move in with her daughter and son in law, so that she could have constant care....
She did not wan to sell her home, and she wanted me and the hubby to move in with our two boys...since her home was in the general neighborhood of where we were already living and hapoy with, we decided to take her offer and move in...
Now, at the time, my husbands days off from work, were Sundays and Mondays...Sundays he reserved for time with me and the boys, and then on Monday, he would go over and visit with his grandmother and spend a few hours with her....
Of course, she never thought I was feeding the hubby enough, so when he would return, he always had a shopping bag filled with things his grandmother had made up...jars of homemade Sicilian soups, packages of 'brougaloni(sp?}, which was a wonderful bread rolled up, with sausages, tomatoes and peppers inside, homemade sweets, and what not...
One time the hubby returned with a whole big, rectangular pizza...Now when I first looked at it, it looked a little funny to me, somewhat 'fuzzy', is the only term I can think of to describe this pizza...
At dinner time, I heated it up,and took a bite...Yuck...it tasted horrible...but my husband ate it, and said, 'how delicious'...I asked him, what in the heck is on this pizza...he answered, its full of sardines...
I about puked...sardines to me as nasty, but on pizza, well that was just horrible...but being that his grandmother was Sicilian, and from Sicily, and sardines and all manner of fish were considered natural staples, the hubby grew up on sardines, used in a variety of ways...
Even to this day, on the weekends, the hubby always has an appetizer of a can of sardines, and saltine crackers before he has dinner...
So, at least he knows, not to return today, with a Sardine Pizza...