Like the typical Italian family the aromas of flavors and spices waft through the air creating a pretty nice atmosphere of warmth and good food .
I immediately feel nostalgic. I remember growing up here. Feeling the love. The atmosphere of togetherness in our family. Knowing that when we got back from school there would be a pot of spaghetti or a nice meal, maybe a new recipe waiting for us when we got back. You see my mama loved cooking. As a stay at home mom, papa made sure she had everything her heart desired. That was their deal. With the dangerous work he did he needed mama to look after his kids. Us.
So they brokered a deal of sort. He would make sure she was a paid monthly for it with other ‘benefits’ as she would call it. She would often hire chefs to coke home to teach her diff
