The Joy of Growing Up Italian
As a young boy I have fond memories of heading to Long Island from New Jersey on Sunday morning to visit my Grandma and Papa for traditional Sunday dinner. I can remember vividly the abundance of good Italian food and grandpa at the end of the table drinking a small glass of homemade red wine and puffing on his cigar. Attached is an article that a colleague gave me a couple of years ago that talks about growing up Italian. I found the article to be very moving and hope that this tradition could continue with my family. Do you have Sunday dinners at your house that brings your family together?
Link: The Joy of Growing Up Italian
Link: The Joy of Growing Up Italian




