My Darn Kids…..
I am Italian! By now everyone knows that. My adult kids read my blog and will text me and say things like ” I don’t remember having sauce 3 times a week.” or “I never saw plastic on Nana’s furniture.” Look at that face in this picture. That is an Italian face!
Below is a letter to my children….
Your Mother is 100% Italian. I do not THINK I am Italian, I am Italian. The reason you don’t remember some of these things I write in my blog is because they are memories of my childhood and guess what? You weren’t there. I really was a kid ya know.
We, meaning my mother, grandmother, brothers and sister, had sauce 3 times a week. Not We, my kids and I.
When I was 10, I vividly remember my mother having plastic on her formal living room furniture! She took it off when we had company. Again, I am pretty sure you weren’t there.
My mother only bought Italian bread. Yes, you kids had other bread. If you read by blog correctly, you will see that when I was 18, I was introduced to other breads so you children had other breads when you were little. Not me, I only had Italian. I also only had Italian cookies. Not you kids….you enjoyed all kinds of cookies, but I only had Italian. We were also very Religious in my house and that I did carry onto my life with you kids so you can’t dispute that.
Haha, I think it is so funny that you think I was born 20 years old and everything I write is after you guys were born. I had a life before you and that is what I am writing about. Pay attention, you can learn some interesting things about how “I grew up Italian!”
Love you guys! LBR