date:Jul 31, 2018
When I was really young, my grandmother came over from Italy to help my parents, who were working a slew of jobs and dealing with four little kids. Although in theory my twin brothers were the troublemakers, I was the true problem child because I didn't have a hearty appetite, which no doubt inspired many rosaries. I remember my nonna whipping up a raw egg concoction in a cappuccino cup which she forced me to down every morning. I pinched my nose and gagged my way through the drink. She was alwa