My Italian Family: Part 1 — Sundays at Nonna’s!

I am a proud, pure-blooded Italian. My family is the foundation of who I am, with both sides playing a huge part of my upbringing. Over the course of the next few weeks, I’m going to write about my life with my Italian family, focusing on different parts for each article. It’s going to be fun. (I’ll enjoy it at least). So here I am, a middle-aged Italian living in Maryland. I emigrated from the motherland, aka Bergen County, New Jersey in 1995 to attend Towson University. Like many Italians, I married a non-Italian to give my children a chance of being taller than 5’8”. (I succeeded). Our lifestyle contains many parts of my Italian heritage. We eat more pasta and pizza than most humans, the sauce is made on Sundays (not every Sunday, I’m sorry Nonna), we constantly invite friends over and cook, making 4 times the amount of food needed regardless of past lessons learned, and so on. I’m not without my issues. Frankly, I enjoy them. Here are some: <a href="https://medium.com/@petrellame/my-italian-family-part-1-sundays-at-nonna-s-b1284d4b34fe">Click Here</a>