You’ve been to Nonnas house.

You know exactly how it smells.

Maybe not consciously, but as soon as it hits your nose its like you never left the oddly soft leather couch.

There’s probably with basketball on the TV.

Grandpas Werthers wrappers on the floor next to his recliner.

In the kitchen Nonna is cookin’. She’s always cookin’.

I like her snicker-doodles and her taste for black olives.

Mom says she’s gone a bit mad. We don‘t always make sense in the eyes of those who perceive us.

I like her quirkiness.

She puts macaroni on pizza. When she makes pasta she always salts the water just right.

Uncle says life is like linguine - “keep it al dente”

There’s no lid on the sauce pot, the tomato sauce simmers freely.

Grandma doesn’t seem to mind, nor do i as my stomach rumbles.

Dinner will be ready soon.