Saturday, August 25, 2012
Too Much Spaghetti
Sunday August 30, 1992
Up at 8 a.m. and get ready to leave. We're on our way, said our goodbyes by 10:30. By 11 a.m. we are at Bob and Yoli's cabin at the beach in Oceanside. She had made us a lovely brunch. We have a nice 2-hour visit. They are excited about going on the cruise with us.
We go home via Frank's folks house. Florence insists we stay for dinner. She has already made spaghetti sauce. She insists we eat more and more and we both go home sick as usual. I feel terrible when we get home. I'm bloated and sick. I slept all the way home but still can't stay awake to watch TV. I'm in bed by 10 p.m.
I had a real good weekend. Felt real good.
Florence was a typical Italian mother, always cooking for others, and always insisting they eat, eat, eat. Yet she was skinny as a rail! Her specialty that she made every Christmas was canollis, pictured below. Every time I eat a canolli, I will think of Florence.