The Italian Elbow

As often happens through email, we get jokes and funny stories, authors unknown. My mom forwarded the following and it cracked me up – it “is” my Nanny, or at least her Italian accent (although she was a-born inna Pitts-a-burgh”) – although she’d never say anything if you didn’t bring anything nor would she ever rely on anyone to bring anything, although anything brought was always welcomed. (And as we know, it’s good manners to show up with something!)

I share it with you on a Sunday afternoon… the day we’d most always be with Nanny & Nonno (Dad’s parents) or Grandma & Grandma (Mom’s folks) to have gravy (the red kind – haha), meatballs, sausage, gravy meat in total, macaroni, wine (yes, the kids were permitted a drop in their soda and called them “spritzers”) – and then there’d be the second round of a roast, vegetables, a big salad – followed by fruit and nuts – followed by dessert which would consist of pastries and home-baked treats. I can’t believe we’d eat that much and not explode!

So here’s it is…