The key to her smile.
All my Uncles cooked, 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. Eddy would start preparing his special Lasagna weeks in advance, ordering the duck and sausage from the Italian market down the street along with the tomatoes, cheeses, spices and antipastos.
After dinner, we all played poker. My favorite was Italian Show Me.
It’s draw poker—you can play it with stud, too—with the fifth card 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 they'll be yours, too
Buon Natalie and Salute’ to Youse and Yours!