The key to her smile.
All my Uncles cooked. Food is very important to Italians, and Italian men usually
pride themselves on their abilities in the kitchen. Not as much as in the bedroom, but that’s another story.
The Uncles went all
out for Christmas. Christmas Eve had each of the them arriving with bags full of groceries at Grandpa Carlos' and soon the whole house smelled deliciously of garlic, onions, and tomato sauce.
Eddy would start preparing his special Lasagna weeks in advance, special-ordering the duck and sausage from the Italian market, and picking it all up Christmas Eve with the tomatoes, cheeses, spices and antipastos.
The Galliano and Italian Chiantis he had delivered earlier in the week so he could, you know—make sure they were ok.
After dinner, we all played poker. Poker was a tradition in our family. Five card stud, seven card stud, draw, ace in the hole, jack in the hole, high card in the hole—we made
it up as we went along. My favorite was Italian Show Me. It’s draw poker—you can play it with stud, too—with the fifth card placed on the player’s head for all but the player to see. This game is often called Indian Poker, but since
we were Italian, we renamed it.
The Uncles were my heroes growing up. My hope is that thru the experience of cooking with them here tonight that
you and your family will have as many fond memories of them as I do.
Buon Natalie and Salute’ to youse and yours!