Sunday, October 16, 2011

According to this e-mail forward, I am very Italian...


You know you're Italian when . . . ..

Your grandfather had a fig tree.
You eat Sunday dinner at 2:00.
Christmas Eve . . . only fish.
Your mom's meatballs are the best.
You've been hit with a wooden spoon or had a shoe thrown at you.
Clear plastic covers on all the furniture.
You know how to pronounce "manicotti" and "mozzarella."

 You fight over whether it's called "sauce" or "gravy." You've called someone a "mamaluke."
And you understand "bada bing".


  This is why I love the Italian culture....they are very natural and earthy...please enjoy this truth about Italians. Enjoy!

 Italians have a $40,000 kitchen, but use the $259 stove from Sears in the basement to cook.

 There is some sort of religious statue in the hallway, living room, bedroom, front porch and backyard.

The living room is filled with old wedding favors with poofy net bows and stale almonds (they are too pretty to open).

 A portrait of the Pope and Frank Sinatra hang in the dining room God forbid if anyone EVER attempted to eat 'Chef Boy-AR-dee', 'Franco American', 'Ragu', 'Prego', or anything else labeled as Italian in a jar or can.

 Meatballs are made with pork, veal and beef. Italians do not care about cholesterol.

 Turkey is served on Thanksgiving AFTER the manicotti, gnocchi, lasagna, and minestrone or shcarole soup.
If anyone EVER says ESCAROLE, slap 'em in the face -- it's SHCAROLE.

 Sunday dinner was at 1:00 PM sharp. The meal went like this... The table was set with everyday dishes. It doesn't matter if they don't match. They're clean; what more do you want?

 All the utensils go on the right side of the plate and the napkin goes on the left.

 A clean kitchen towel was put at Nonna's & Papa's plates because they won't use napkins.

 Homemade wine and bottles of 7-UP are on the table.

 First course, Antipasto...

Change plates. Second course, macaroni. All pasta was called macaroni...and vegetables...
Change plates.
THEN, and only then - NEVER AT THE BEGINNING OF THE MEAL would you eat the salad drenched in homemade oil & vinegar dressing....
Change plates. Next course, fruit & nuts - in the shell - on paper plates because you ran out of the real ones.for Nonna, 'American' coffee for the rest - with hard cookies (biscotti) to dunk in the coffee. 
The kids would go out to play.The men would go lay down They slept so soundly that you could do brain surgery on them without anesthesia.The women cleaned the kitchen. 
We got screamed at by Mom or Nonna, and half of the sentences were English, the other half Italian.
 Italian mothers never threw a baseball in their life, but could nail you in the head with a shoe thrown from the kitchen while you were in the living room.
dress that Zia Ceserina made you cost only $20.00, which was for the material.
The prom hairdo was done free by Cousin Angela.
Turning around at the prom to see your entire family, including your Godparents, standing in the back of the gym... PRICELESS!

True Italians will love this. Those of you who are married to Italians will understand this.

 And those who wish they were Italian, and those who are friends with Italians, will remember with a smile. Then they'll forward this to their Italian friends with love or a reasonable facsimile.

 
(I got this as a forward. I don't know who to actually give credit to as author)

 

No comments:

Post a Comment