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Palm Sunday

Saturday, March 23, 2013

Tomorrow is Palm Sunday. Growing up this meant going to church for the longest mass of the year. Coming home it was special but like other Sundays back then, a family dinner and a quiet day. This changed when I got married. My mother in law claimed Easter as her holiday so my Mom made Palm Sunday, her holiday. Italian mothers are like that, putting their married kids in the middle and the guilt, oh the guilt if you wanted to have a holiday at your own new home!

So began a tradition of the special meal. There was ravioli with meatballs and sausage, salad, ham or turkey and lots of side dishes. But the topping was the desserts. There were lots of them but all traditional just for this day. From my Dads mother, we had Cresia,an Italian cheese and pepper bread. So good with a glass of milk because as you aged, the heartburn became worse and worse but it didn't stop you from having it.

The 2 pies made special for the day were the ricotta and the rice pies. Both creamy, delicious pies. An Easter basket filled with candy was always on the table, Dad had a sweet tooth and loved his chocolate but Mom made sure to put colored eggs in there too and peeps for the kids.

Dinner started at noon and ended about six when your butt was sore from sitting, your stomach full and time to clean up so we could finally get home before dark. Is there any wonder why food plays a big part of my life??

This was nice but didn't compare to Easter over my MIL. More on that next week.
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    I had a roomy when I was a young twenty year old that was Italian and she invited me for Easter and Thanksgiving one year to her family's house for the holidays. I was surprised how it was so different from my familiys typical Ham & potatoes on Easter with a cake for desert and Turkey and dressing on Thanksgiving. They had all kinds of different Italian dishes I had never heard of. Everyone there in that big family get together acted like this was the normal food for the holiday. Then at Thanksgiving again all Italian food with a little tiny turkey on the side that noone ate but me. I think they just cooked it for me because they knew that was the traditional meal for non Italians. I loved seeing the different cultures. God forbid I be born Italian I so love every Italian food I have ever eaten. I would have to be rolled out of the house.
    1884 days ago
    Wow! That sounds awesome! What great memories. I can't wait to hear about Easter. emoticon
    1887 days ago
    Sounds amazing!! Great memories :)

    1887 days ago
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