TOD
When I was in High School a classmate, who was first a generation Italian, invited me to his house for dinner. We sat at a lovely carved oak table that was loaded with bowls of fresh green salads, baskets of baked bread and bowls of steaming pasta. As I was finishing a big bowl of pasta, the Grandmother insisted I have some more (I was getting full, but obliged).
Then they served dinner!
Chicken Cacciatore, Roast Pork, and sautéed veal were accompanied by bowls of veggies. This was, of course, followed by a selection of three of four desserts (all of which I was expected to sample and comment upon.)
I felt like a goose in training to produce foie gras.
der Brucer
After dinner is when I was introduced to The Weavers on 10 inch vinyl.