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Sunday, June 15, 2014

Talking with Food in My Mouth

We usually arrive around lunch time or late afternoon on our one-day, yearly visit to NY to see my sis-in-law and her family. It's always a scorching hot, but breezy if we're lucky, mid-summer day.

Much to our delight, my adorable SIL makes sure the planned visit centers around important things like spending time with nieces and nephews, getting reacquainted with active kiddos who have grown a foot since last year, close cousins, oftentimes excited pets, and delicious Italian food.

On this visit as we arrived, a substantial Italian lunch fare was being laid out before us on the kitchen table.

There were classic Italian freshly sliced deli hams, rare roast beef, sharp cheeses, roasted peppers, artichokes, good Italian olives, and various condiments. Crusty rolls were stacked waiting to be cut in half or torn apart for sandwiches or dabbing in richly flavored olive oil. Salads waited in vintage Pyrex bowls with big spoons shoved deep in their middles.

We will usually eat for hours, on and off, and happily debate about everything from house cleaning to politics. 

There are stories told about dear family members who have gone before us and of those sitting at the table with us. Hands wave enthusiastically during the conversations to emphasize points or to finalize a crescendo of ideas. Beverages are passed around and poured into ice filled, frosty glasses. We talk and laugh as we eat - there's no shame at this table of seeing a little partially eaten food in the mouth of a great story teller. 

I love the feel and smell of the air of nearby Long Island waterways and the ocean as we sit around the kitchen table with screened doors and windows open. It's salty and misty. Or maybe it's just my romantic interpretation of normal humidity, who knows.

Towards the evening, great java and Italian cookies and other sweets from the local bakery round out the casual meal.

After we arrive back home and start our busy routines - for weeks after the trip I tell anyone who happens to be near me - there's always a soulful comfort in the visit. Always has been. Always will be. 




13 comments:

Linda said...

Sounds delightful! Love the picture of the open window!

Penny said...

Thanks. It's always great spending time with them. Lots a great memories.

Sarah said...

Tons of fun! : ) I love your pictures. I have been enjoying scrolling through your posts!

Sarah
http://atowngirlslife.blogspot.com/

Penny said...

Thanks so much, Sarah. So great that you stopped by! I enjoyed your lovely blog too.

Susan Maccarelli said...

This description is so nostalgic and yummy. I love the photos too. I married into an Italian family and totally get the food...mmmmm.

Penny said...

Susan, my food life changed after I started hanging out with the in-laws. I come from a home where good ole southern country cooking from scratch was the norm and most spaghetti sauce came from a jar. lol. Thanks so much for stopping by!

Leigh Ann Fisher said...

That puppy is too cute!

Leigh Ann Fisher said...

That puppy is too cute!

Penny said...

Leigh, he's a gentle giant. A big furry sweetie. Thanks for visiting my blog!

Lisa @ The Wellness Wife said...

Can I come next time? Seriously, though, your wonderful description of the meal and that great picture of the breeze blowing through the window transported me there. People don't know lunchmeat if they don't live in NY or Philadelphia. I grew up outside of Philly and haven't tasted good lunchmeat since I left...

Penny said...

Lisa, Sure, come on! Lol. And I love NY pastries and bagels. We always bring back a dozen bagels on our way back to Va for the freezer. Thanks so much for stopping by!

Dagmara said...

I just enjoy your pictures. You are able to capture the moment and the mood. Thank you for sharing these special snapshots of your family gathering.

Penny said...

Dagmara, Thank you, I appreciate the kind words! And thanks so much for stopping by.