“Spaghetti can be eaten most successfully if you inhale it like a vacuum cleaner.” ~ Sophia Loren
Yes, over the years my dad had to put up with a whole lot of crazy thanks to mom’s spirited “antics”, but he was not without his own classic gems. Dad loved his Italian meals, and often got himself on mom’s “sh!t list” for filling his plate with a mountainous heep of second helpings, especially if mom’s garlicy pasta sauce was on the menu. ABBONDANZA! as we say in Italian.
(Italian Lesson: ABBONDANZA! = abundance)
A few years ago, mom made one of her famously delicious spaghetti and meatball dinners, and just before she set the food on the kitchen table, my dad started to complain of severe chest pains. His pain was not going anywhere, so mom called the ambulance to get him to the nearest emergency room. Dad knew he should get to the hospital asap, but that scent filling the house – the temptation of mom’s homemade sauce, those scrumptious little meatballs and fresh Italian bread were calling out his name, “D-o-m-i-n-i-c, D-o-m-i-n-i-c” — what was this sauce-lovin’ Sicilian to do?
Well, Dominic knew! When the ambulance arrived, he did what any other appreciative Italian husband would do — he asked mom to make him a “doggie bag” meal to bring along for the ride (and, hey, add some bread for dipping!) – this way he could enjoy his dinner while he waited to see the doc. Needless to say, dad arrived home from the E.R. pretty hungry that night.