See post #44... Seven fish on Christmas eve..
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Feast_of_the_Seven_Fishes
I’m just another Southern Italian/American, greaseball I guess.. LOL.. MERRY CHRISTMAS.. Carlo
I began dating my wife in November the year I met her, and she invited me to Christmas Eve dinner with her family.
My grandmother was Italian, so the feast wasn’t a total surprise, but...I fell into the trap of feeling as though I had to eat everything put in front of me...out of politeness.
It damn near killed me. I was so distended, I really did feel like I was going to bust. It was so bad, I never made that mistake again. I politely but firmly refused the offers of more food in the future, and I never had that same kind of experience again.
Plus,there was a lot of food that wasn’t up my alley, yet I ate it to be polite. THAT was how much I loved the girl I had been dating just over a month...:)