I grew up just a few blocks from Little Italy, in Star Buck Wake And Bake Cannabis Shirt Erie, PA in the same house my father grew up in. We lived upstairs and my grandmother lived downstairs. All my life this home was the center of our extended family and still is, after 80 years. Every Sunday my two uncles.
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And their families would come for a Star Buck Wake And Bake Cannabis Shirt Sunday dinner downstairs Mama’s house. My grandmother would make a sauce for all 16 of us. The sauce is a euphemism for some kind of pasta—either ravioli, fettuccine, or cavatelli—all homemade. “Sauce” also implies all the fixings, including antipasto salad, meatballs, sauce pork, and wedding soup.
Mama always had cookies too a Star Buck Wake And Bake Cannabis Shirt, usually knots, pizzelle, or fried cookies, or pies—chocolate or banana cream or apple. For that many people, Mama made her pies in cookie sheets, not pie tins. The house always smelled like oregano, anise, and garlic. One of my earliest memories was being sent outside