Marrying into an Italian family when you’re not Italian there are “tings” you need to know about the famillia:
- There is at least one Vinnie and Joey in the family. At least one!
- Fahgeddaboudit is a real word.
- “Goodfellas” is normal.
- Anything and EVERYTHING you say (even silently) must use hand gestures; no exceptions. PERIOD!
- And most importantly, you must, no let me say it stronger, you MUST know how to make the 8-hour ‘Italian Gravy’ sauce. It must pass the family’s inspection and you must, MUST get their approval to feed them and their offspring it.
When I first met Mr. Fantabulous all he ate was chicken, pasta, protein drinks or chicken with pasta and a protein drink on the side. Sauce never ever EVER came from a jar. It took me about 5 years to finally get the famillia seal of approval on my sauce. It’s now to the point where I’m told this is ‘better than Grandma’s but don’t ever tell anyone’ so shhhh… it’s our secret *wink*.
While the gnocchi in vodka sauce isn’t using the ‘you must take it the grave’ pasta sauce recipe it seriously is really, REALLY good. Check it out for yourself!