It is Sunday.
Day of family and my mother's sauce. She is 81 years old and cooking every Sunday for all of her kids, grand kids, sisters, husband, and sons-in law. A party every Sunday in the Italian tradition.
Sometimes she takes a day off , but not too many. If she is not home, the sauce still gets made and a daughter is elected to cook the pasta for Dad.
On Sundays, it is like it always was. Sitting around the table like we are all frozen in time and know that every Sunday that comes around is another blessing.
The dining room table belongs in the Smithsonian.
Day of family and my mother's sauce. She is 81 years old and cooking every Sunday for all of her kids, grand kids, sisters, husband, and sons-in law. A party every Sunday in the Italian tradition.
Sometimes she takes a day off , but not too many. If she is not home, the sauce still gets made and a daughter is elected to cook the pasta for Dad.
On Sundays, it is like it always was. Sitting around the table like we are all frozen in time and know that every Sunday that comes around is another blessing.
The dining room table belongs in the Smithsonian.
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