The Italiese Thing

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Some italian modes of life and customs.

Submitted: November 08, 2007

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The ItalieseThing
 
 
 
The best of the italiese thing may have come and gone though some freaky habits and polity never die.Have you noticed a little while walking by on their front porch, hallways and living room there is some sort of religious statue and how in their living room for example is filled with old “ Bambonieres” that
(Are too pretty to open) with puffy fancy bows and stale Almonds and how a portrait of the Pope and Padre Pio hang smiling feelingly you with providence? Or that they have built an expensive kitchen but
Cook their meals in the $259.00
Stove they have bought at Sears.
The Italiese heart is in food and the daily preparing to the way of
Wanted ritual.Could you ever forget how your mother insisted you set the table, how utensils were to be placed on the right side of the plate and the napkins went to the left, and how Nonno’s had to be widened to spear more pasta? how the table was set with everyday dishes (unless Zio Gennaro was visiting from Italy ) in that case we’d take out the good dishes in the velvet suitcase ; little did it matter that it did not match , they were clean and unused, what more did you need? Moreover, did we ever care about cholesterol?
 We would continue to prepare our meatballs with Pork, veal and beef. Turkey was served only on Thanksgiving after the manicotti, gnocchi and lasagna obviously and later on we have Barbaque with da Bistecka. 
Nonna would call all pasta macaroni and after we ate our antipasto we change plates, then we’d have our pasta and we’d change plates again. Roasted meats, roasted potatoes served and overcooked vegetables were served then we would change plates again and then and only then (never at the beginning of the meal you were allowed salad) of course seasoned with homemade oil and vinegar (last year’s wine). Afterwards we would change plates again, Fruit and nuts would be served, and finally we ate the Lupini on paper napkins because by then we would have run out of clean dishes.Coffee would be served after meals, Espresso for Nonno and Café Canadese for the rest with Sambuca and hard
Cookies (leftovers from Bridal Shower Nonna attended last) with stale almonds and freezer burn to dip in coffee.
After dinner, the children would go play and men would crush out on the couch or have a game of “Tree settee”. They would sleep so soundly you could perform brain surgery on them without any need of anesthesia. The women would gather in the kitchen and gossip about “il figlio di Maria” or someone that was dying. On Sunday you went to Church (and you better go…or God he watcha you) and how at 2:00pm the family watched the Johnny Lombardi show on channel 7.
And could you ever forget those famous Italiese Holidays and how on the last weekend in October you gathered everyone and squeezed grapes for the wine, how in the third weekend in August (or Labor Day if you’re parents really hated you) you
Were to stay home and prepare the tomatoes for the sauce “eh .. no maka no plans we worka in da garage” or even better the last week in November when you
Went to the butcher to ask for a fresh slaughter pig and prepared Italian sausages.
 Could you forget our parents complain about take out food, Mikka donalds was too much greasa .. Porcheria, Yep, Chinese food was not any  better they eata snakes and cats “Sckivo”and how Pizza Hut and Pizza Nova was also out the question because mama could prepare the same pizza for $2.00,or how dare you go out spend $30.00 on Greek food when they use too mucha da salt and make you drink more vino.
Do you remember how you made homemade wine and recycled in wine bottle you had bought, and how Tap water was icecled in bottles with labels worn out (unless Zio Gennaro  was visiting from Italy then we would take out the crystal Carafe with dust engraved in sections.
The truth is mama never could throw a baseball but she could nail you in the head with a shoe thrown from the kitchen while you were in the living room and dare we tell the interval time” when Dad dropped the broomstick , took off his leather belt to beat the crap out of you?
 Oh yes, then do you recall the Prom dress, Zia Caterina made for you With the $20.00 mama gave her to pay for the material or the goofy hair do Cousin Carmela gave you for free and how your entire family including ( your grandparents ) were there in the back of the gym with cameras taking pictures?
The truth is the true Italiesi never forget these things and fashion everything after themselves and they pass these mores to their children to bear and take their children to be Italiesi.
 
 


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