When I was younger we spent Easter with my aunt and uncle who were Southern Italians. A week before Easter my aunt would prepare the food. The tomato sauce was made from scratch with tomatoes that were canned and grown from their garden. The ravioli was also home made with ricotta and parmesan cheese that came from my uncle’s family village in Italy. The bread, the olives, the wine – all the food was carefully prepared to impress and to please. Once everyone arrived we walked around the living room kissing and hugging every family member whether we knew them or not. It seemed tradition. If we didn’t want to hug and kiss distant relatives our parents would give us the evil eye. It was impolite and disrespectful not to greet everyone. They didn’t seem to care whether or not we rushed through it as long as we said “hello” to everyone in some shape or form. The more creative individuals got the more they received what they wanted... For the rest of the afte...
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