Growing up Italian, I recall my Nanny (grandma) in the kitchen from the moment the first glimpse of sunshine peaked into the kitchen window. The smells of the sautéed garlic, meatballs and sausage frying, brings back great memories of learning to cook with my Nanny in her kitchen. A kitchen where no recipe was ever written down and nothing was ever typically measured. It was always measure to taste, and always taste delicious.
This Sunday tradition is the one thing in our lives that has always remained consistent. It is our day to reminisce of the family members no longer with us, and catch up on each others lives, which can sometimes get very loud, have you ever watched The Sopranos?
Despite it all we enjoy the time we spend together, cooking, eating and making new memories.
because burning the meatballs is not an option.
Yummy! Roughly about 7 hours later and the fresh made pasta, gravy, with meatballs, and both hot and mild sausage were complete for us to enjoy.
Sorry we became so busy enjoying each others company and indulging in the two things I gave up for lent, (meat and bread) I forgot pictures of the finished meal!
Do you have a traditional meal you enjoy with your family?