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moreluck
Guest
About most Italians....
Most Italians have a $40,000 kitchen, but use the $179 stove from
American Appliance in the basement to cook.
Strohmeman and Wonder was for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
only.
There is some sort of religious statue in the hallway, living room,
front porch, and backyard.
A portrait of the Pope and Frank Sinatra in the dining room.
God forbid if anyone EVER attempted to eat Chef Boy-ar-dee, Franco
American, Ragu, Prego, or anything else in a jar or can (tomato
paste is the exception).
The following are Italian holidays: First weekend in October
(grapes for the wine), 3rd weekend in August (tomatoes for the
gravy), speaking of which, it's GRAVY and not sauce.
Meatballs are made with pork, veal, and beef. We are Italians, we
don't care about cholesterol so turkey is an infamnia.
Turkey is served on Thanksgiving, AFTER the manicotti, gnocchi, and
lasagna.
If anyone EVER says ES-CAROLE, slap 'em in the face ... it's
SHCAROLE for that matter, if they ever say ITALIAN WEDDING SOUP,
let the idiot know that there is no wedding nor is their an
Italian in the soup. Also, the tiny meatballs must be made by hand.
No matter how hard you know you were going to get smacked, you
still came home from church after communion, you stuck half a loaf
of bread in the gravy pot, snuck out a fried meatball and chowed
down, you'll make up for it next week at confession.
Sunday dinner was at 1:00
Getting screamed at by Mom ... half the sentence was English, the
other half Italian.
Italian mothers never threw a baseball in their life, but can nail
you in the head with a shoe thrown from the kitchen, while you're
in the living room!
Most Italians have a $40,000 kitchen, but use the $179 stove from
American Appliance in the basement to cook.
Strohmeman and Wonder was for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
only.
There is some sort of religious statue in the hallway, living room,
front porch, and backyard.
A portrait of the Pope and Frank Sinatra in the dining room.
God forbid if anyone EVER attempted to eat Chef Boy-ar-dee, Franco
American, Ragu, Prego, or anything else in a jar or can (tomato
paste is the exception).
The following are Italian holidays: First weekend in October
(grapes for the wine), 3rd weekend in August (tomatoes for the
gravy), speaking of which, it's GRAVY and not sauce.
Meatballs are made with pork, veal, and beef. We are Italians, we
don't care about cholesterol so turkey is an infamnia.
Turkey is served on Thanksgiving, AFTER the manicotti, gnocchi, and
lasagna.
If anyone EVER says ES-CAROLE, slap 'em in the face ... it's
SHCAROLE for that matter, if they ever say ITALIAN WEDDING SOUP,
let the idiot know that there is no wedding nor is their an
Italian in the soup. Also, the tiny meatballs must be made by hand.
No matter how hard you know you were going to get smacked, you
still came home from church after communion, you stuck half a loaf
of bread in the gravy pot, snuck out a fried meatball and chowed
down, you'll make up for it next week at confession.
Sunday dinner was at 1:00
Getting screamed at by Mom ... half the sentence was English, the
other half Italian.
Italian mothers never threw a baseball in their life, but can nail
you in the head with a shoe thrown from the kitchen, while you're
in the living room!