Growing up Italian

From learning to talk with our hands before we took our first step to mastering the art of twirling a forkful of spaghetti without splattering sauce on our Sunday best, I’m sharing a few of the rich tapestries that shape our culture, traditions, and some of the quirks and joys of being part of a boisterously expressive Italian family.

And we love every minute of it.

2 responses to “Growing up Italian”

  1. I showed this to my Italian guy. He got a kick out of it. He’s telling me that you forgot to mention “La Florentine Torrone” candy. (I never heard of it but then I’m not Italian.)

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    1. I’m so glad you both enjoyed the blog. There are so many other things as well. I’ll have to do a part two.

      Yes, Torrone is delicious! I used to get a Torrone bar every Christmas, and after my died passed away, my older brother carried on the tradition, and I still get my torrone.

      You have yourself a great guy there, my friend.

      Hugs

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