When I was growing up we couldn't eat after midnight Saturday until after Communion on Sunday. I'd go to the 8 o'clock Mass with my grandmother at Our Lady Of Mount Carmel on 187th Street, because the 8 o'clock was in Italian. Then, if my father and mother weren't up to it, I had to take my brother to the 11 o'clock in English! My reward was a fried meatball, before it went in the GRAVY, in between Masses.