Going to Grandma's was always a treat. She was a wonderful cook. Especially on holidays. You'd walk in and smell the fresh Italian bread (which was the best I've had)baking in her wood burning stove.

We'd always "start out" with Italian style breaded chicken with potatos, gravy, salad, etc. However, after that was cleared away we'd have her famous posta with sauce (we don't call it gravy SB :p ), meatballs, sausage, a stuffed rolled meat that my family called (I'll sound it out) brushaluni. Ahhh, and desserts consisted of Italian cookies, pies of all kinds an italian pastry "sfhingi" (sp)which I haven't had since those good old days.

Boy, you never realize the wonderful memories you're making while your making them. God, I miss those days.


TIS