1. Foods and Growing Up Italian
... of her family, and for that he never told her how bad it really was. He just choked it down with his drink and would sneak us out for ice cream when she was doing the dishes. He would tell her that he wanted to take us to see the stars from the top of our neighborhood. My brother, and I would ... climb into the back of his truck and hold on tight while my dad drove us up the road to our local ice cream shop, Jimi Cone. He would tell us, "Tough noodles deserve a little ice cream in the belly to soften them up." Summer nights were tolerable for those tough noodles, although when winter ca...
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