Walking home from church, we would stop at the local bakery to buy danishes and pastries for breakfast, as well as fresh bread for the afternoon dinner of macaroni (and when did we start calling it pasta?).
My wife's Italian family always refers to it as macaroni. They never say pasta. They own a restaurant and the menu refers to pasta because of the familiarity of the term.
Growing up, I always had Sunday dinner with my family and grandparents around two o'clock unless it was football season and dinner was planned around the Steelers game. In the summer we would usually cook out or head to the lake.
