1. Foods and Growing Up Italian
... be squealing with joy as we raced from one base to the next. We could have played all night long and completely forgotten about our dinner. Although, my father would not have been pleased after working all day, and coming home famished. Like the wonder women she was, there she went racing inside as we pleaded with her to stay, to cook family ... minor incidents of the smoke detector going off. She would call us in for dinner on those summer nights, and I remember smelling it before we even got into the garage, burnt noodles. My brother and I would give each other the "oh no" look and sl...
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