He was a retired Butcher, and we would basically sit down and visit for hours while eating more food than you could imagine. It was like the Caesars Palace Buffet, but you never had to leave your seat to get another helping.
My Dad's Cousin would sit there pontificating while smoking a big stogie and drinking Italian Red while his wonderful Wife would spend all her time in and out of the Kitchen. T Bone Steaks piled a foot high, Pasta, Meatballs, Sausage, Lasagna, Vegetables, homemade Cannolis, whatever your heart desired. You would have thought they had a staff back there.
My Mother always tried to help and was chased out of the Kitchen. It was as Italian as Italian could be.
And now we have some idiot Libtards that I wouldn't trust to babysit my Dog making kids eat lettuce at school because the Nation has decided that raising children is somebody elses problem. Dear God.
Dat’s what I am talking about!
We would arrive on Saturday as it is a two day event culminating in Sunday dinner LoL
Michelle Obama, FEH!
I bet she never cooked a pot of beans in her life.