[DallasBiff]

Put me down in Club Soppresata, it is like Genoa Salami squared.

My dad would bring home a pepperoni meat roll from an Italian deli in Pittsburgh, and eat in the kitchen, and my mother would say,"why do yea eat that dago shit", my dad said because "I like it"(my mother was Croatian)

My mother on the other hand could scarf down a Reuben sandwich like no tommorrow.

God bless them both

[Dr. Sivana]

My dad would bring home a pepperoni meat roll from an Italian deli in Pittsburgh, and eat in the kitchen, and my mother would say,"why do yea eat that dago shit"

I grew up in Connecticut. My German-Irish father wanted my English-Polish mother to cook Italian before they got married, so she found an Italian grandmother in East Haven, Connecticut, and she made a lasagna as good as any I ever had, and better than 99% of them. In Connecticut, the Irish, Germans and others figured out the Italians doe that better.

Eventually, I moved to Rockford, Illinois. Plenty of Italians, but the Swedes and Norwegians have no appreciation, and good Italian cooking never flourished there.

Here in Phoenix, there's plenty of good Italian ood available (both restauarant and grocery ingredients), it just doesn't dominate like it did in Connecticut.

[Vermont Lt]

I once had a gig photographing deli meats for quality control for a local specialty producer.

I came home with all of the remaining samples. Probably 25 pounds of the best deli meats you could imagine. My Italian mother in law was in heaven for a few weeks.

The house smelled of pastrami for as long.