There is nothing quite like a big Italian wedding. Or, how about at graduation when you look out in the audience and see that your family takes up a full section of the stands, and they're louder than everyone else combined? Meanwhile, the person standing next to you has two, maybe three people at most, and guess what? They're quiet!īut, hold on let's just bring it back a minute to the weddings. You could pass your road test after failing three times and there would still be a party. All the holidays, birthdays, baptisms, confirmations, weddings, first birthdays - the list goes on and on. We Italians will do just about anything to throw a party. I mean, you can't write half of the stuff that happens in an Italian family. Then, when you finally think you know everyone, there comes along more cousins you never even knew you had.Ī reality show called, "Keeping Up with the Cousins," would put those Kardashians to shame. First of all, there are so many of them, it is impossible to remember all of their names, which kid belongs to who, who's blood-related and who just married in. Let's just talk about the cousins for a minute. Like, come on, how could you not go for two, sometimes three, servings of dinner that night?! The Cousins The smell, the taste, the flavor, the all-around perfection and deliciousness. There is nothing, and I mean nothing, in this world that compares to Mom or Grandma's famous sauce and meatballs. Not one Sunday goes by where you don't have at least 20 family members, friends and neighbors crowded around a table full of every yummy Italian food imaginable. You see, Sundays are dedicated to one thing and one thing only: family. But, say the word "Sunday" to an Italian, and it's likely he or she will identify it as a favorite. To many non-Italians, Sunday might be a contender for least favorite day of the week. And, for everyone who didn't, this one is still for you, since now, you can thank me and pretend like you did anyway: Sunday and the stories I can share from my lovely family are endless.įor everyone who grew up in a family similar to mine, this one is for you. Ever wonder what it's like to be a part of one of those crazy, big, Italian families? Better yet, ever wonder what it's like to grow up in one of them? Fortunately, I was lucky enough to grow up in one of those families.
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