Spending time with old people gives insight into what old age will be like, whether you want that insight or not. Are these the conversations I’ll be having when I’m older?...
“Oprah’s not gonna to be on T.V. anymore. I’m gonna have to survive without Oprah.”
“I’m not gonna leave any money to my kids when I die. Only Sicilians feel like they got to leave money to their kids.”
“I’m getting a chair lift put in my house.”
“Always make sure you have on clean underwear when you leave the house in case you have an accident and need to go to the hospital.”
“I could die at any second. I have a condition!”
Okay, so obviously I won't be talking about Oprah.
“I could die at any second. I have a condition!”
Okay, so obviously I won't be talking about Oprah.
I spent my morning with all these women because my nonna asked me to make meatballs with her at a Catholic school near her house. The meatballs are for an Italian Festival that will be held there in a few weeks.
Even though the meatballs were being made in bulk, the women were very meticulous about how they were made. Every woman there, each an expert meatball maker in their own right, had an opinion about the right size of the meatball and how to properly roll one in their hands. Being that I was the youngest there, I automatically took on the roll of the apprentice, and took criticism from each woman. “That’s too big,” “No, that’s too small,” “Make sure you roll it like this.”
About a thousand meatballs later, we were done. I got to taste one too. It was DELICIOUS. I’m definitely going to have to go to this festival. I was told they’ve been having it for years and the food is always amazing. Who wants to come with me?!
