Post by Carlotta Celestia Giudicelli on Sept 12, 2012 1:25:29 GMT -5
“Is almost dinner time, piccolo bambino!” the plump Italiana called from the kitchen, opening the oven and pulling out a piping hot spinach and meat and cheese lasagna using her oven mitt covered hands. “Oh! It smell molto bene! Very good. I know how-a my bambino like his pasta!. Mamma take good care of you!”
She glided over to Hadders with about as much grace as a stampeding herd of elephants and gave his cheek a pinch before kissing each one in her sloppy stereotypical Italian mother manner. “I make you some nice lasagne. Il Signore mio knows you getting far too skinny! Mange! Mange!"
She glided over to Hadders with about as much grace as a stampeding herd of elephants and gave his cheek a pinch before kissing each one in her sloppy stereotypical Italian mother manner. “I make you some nice lasagne. Il Signore mio knows you getting far too skinny! Mange! Mange!"
