People think.when you marry a man from Italy it's pasta every night.

Greens and Beans, lentil soup, homemade soppresata sausage with preserved peppers and tomatoes.

Italian Americas brought peasant food and Mountain food with them.

Of my Mom.

Sunday was sauce day.

descent, we had, quite often:

peas & pasta (UGH!)

pasta fazoole (aka pasta e fagioli aka beans and pasta) - even worse! No sausage. Just beans and pasta.

Many a meatless/fishless day. And not just on Fridays or during Lent.

A pound of chop meat fed the six of us when made into meatloaf and half of it was saved for another day. I hated mom's meatloaf, too. Now I think back and realize it was like having less than a 2 oz burger!

I guess the depression lasted longer than I thought.