My dad had a fig tree that he would bury each winter.

Yeah, sunday dinner was right after church and MY mom's meatballs were the best, and the sauce too!

I never heard of sauce calld gravy until the Sopranos.

I still have wooden spoon impressions on my back from where my mom whacked me.

And my dad called me a mamaluke more than a few times.

And how about "you wanna bacala?"

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