No More Food, Please: What Christmas Looks Like for Italian-Americans
I often have to defend my Italian heritage, in that, nobody believes me when I say that’s the majority of my background. It seems as if the tiny bit of French, Irish, English, and German took over and thus I burn like a lobster and people think my favorite holiday is St. Patrick’s Day.
Despite the lighter hair and blue eyes, I’m as Italian as DJ Pauly D (sorry for the reference), maybe I should have gone with Joe Pesci?
With that being said, I thought it would be entertaining to share what Italian Christmases really look like:
Sea Food (enough to last you until the following Christmas):
Lots of Talking (but mostly with your hands):
Lasagna (because who doesn’t love layered pasta with cheese, meatballs, and sauce?):
Antipasto (just writing the word makes my heart sing):
Wine (a little bit of red, a little bit of white, calls for a merry christmas):
Pastries (Cannolis, Anise Cookies, Neapolitans, Honey Balls–the list of deliciousness is endless):
And of course, love, joy, giving, and quality family time:
Merry Christmas Everyone!