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<blockquote data-quote="Lil" data-source="post: 653388" data-attributes="member: 17309"><p>Ah Italians. I loved Italy and love Italians. There is a story I love to tell about Jabber and my trip to Italy about when we were kidnapped by a little Italian lady who wouldn't stop feeding us. <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /> </p><p></p><p>We got stuck it Italy in 2010 when the volcano in Iceland grounded air traffic. We ended up taking a trip to the Imalfi coast and went looking for dinner. It was still early, most places don't open for dinner until 7 or later, but we saw a sign for a place called La Taverna with arrows pointing up the mountain. We walked and walked and stopped to rest next to a sign and a little lady came out of her home (next to what appeared to be a night-spot), and I asked her in my very poor Italian if La Taverna was open, pointing to the sign. She spoke no English, but made it clear she wanted us to get in her car and she took us there. It was beautiful. It's a long story and there's lots of funny bits about that evening, but the part that's relevant was that the owner was her son, Raphaelo, who did speak English. He explained that in Italy meals could take hours, because work is important, family is important, but FOOD is the MOST important! </p><p></p><p>We were the only customers the WHOLE night! They fed us and fed us and fed us. While eating the fourth course (having actually taken a walk after the pasta course to make room!) we heard the mixer going and I leaned over to Jabber and said, "You do realize, they're cooking MORE." LOL We were SO stuffed! It was a wonderful night and an awesome memory. <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /></p><p></p><p>The truth is, I do LOVE food. I seldom take the time I'd like to cook and eat. I should. It's more fattening to gobble up your food without thinking about it. I've always wanted to host a big dinner, like Thanksgiving. I like baking bread. I like making little appetizers. I like making pies and desserts and comfort foods. I love to cook. I love to bake. I love to eat. What I don't love to do is exercise, unfortunately. </p><p></p><p>Jabber and I both come from a long line of chubby women. Jabber's mom is slim, but his sisters are big. My mother was a very large woman...who died of a heart attack following bypass surgery at 60. I don't want to be her in 9 years. So I have very little time to change my ways.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Lil, post: 653388, member: 17309"] Ah Italians. I loved Italy and love Italians. There is a story I love to tell about Jabber and my trip to Italy about when we were kidnapped by a little Italian lady who wouldn't stop feeding us. :) We got stuck it Italy in 2010 when the volcano in Iceland grounded air traffic. We ended up taking a trip to the Imalfi coast and went looking for dinner. It was still early, most places don't open for dinner until 7 or later, but we saw a sign for a place called La Taverna with arrows pointing up the mountain. We walked and walked and stopped to rest next to a sign and a little lady came out of her home (next to what appeared to be a night-spot), and I asked her in my very poor Italian if La Taverna was open, pointing to the sign. She spoke no English, but made it clear she wanted us to get in her car and she took us there. It was beautiful. It's a long story and there's lots of funny bits about that evening, but the part that's relevant was that the owner was her son, Raphaelo, who did speak English. He explained that in Italy meals could take hours, because work is important, family is important, but FOOD is the MOST important! We were the only customers the WHOLE night! They fed us and fed us and fed us. While eating the fourth course (having actually taken a walk after the pasta course to make room!) we heard the mixer going and I leaned over to Jabber and said, "You do realize, they're cooking MORE." LOL We were SO stuffed! It was a wonderful night and an awesome memory. :) The truth is, I do LOVE food. I seldom take the time I'd like to cook and eat. I should. It's more fattening to gobble up your food without thinking about it. I've always wanted to host a big dinner, like Thanksgiving. I like baking bread. I like making little appetizers. I like making pies and desserts and comfort foods. I love to cook. I love to bake. I love to eat. What I don't love to do is exercise, unfortunately. Jabber and I both come from a long line of chubby women. Jabber's mom is slim, but his sisters are big. My mother was a very large woman...who died of a heart attack following bypass surgery at 60. I don't want to be her in 9 years. So I have very little time to change my ways. [/QUOTE]
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