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momma's kitchen - italian lunch box
As I continued on my academic adventures, I realized earrings were not the only thing different about me. Let's take school lunches for example. I recall those noisy metal lunch boxes all of us had as kids. Usually there was picture of a popular TV star or cartoon character on the outside of it. In those days the mom's packed the lunches. So at 12pm, on the dot, the lunches box came out from under the desk and the air of the classroom changed from smelling like Crayola crayons to peanut butter and jelly with the crust cut off or bologna and mayo sandwiches. But when I opened the tin lunch box... the aroma of roasted peppers rose out of it's depths and I knew it was leftovers again. It was always a surprise and it was always something to look forward to. My mom was the Queen of leftovers and, of course, that made me the leftover Princess. No crust cut off my bread all I had was crust (According to Mom that is the best part)! My lunch usually consisted of some portion of last night's dinner. Poverina, you might say! But, don't feel sorry for me, my lunch was great. Mom knew how to create something new from the old just by adding eggs. Leftover roasted green pepper? No problem, just add a scrambled egg and fry it together. Leftover potatoes? Add onions and eggs and you've got something new. Left over spinach? You guessed it, just add eggs! She would come up with more ways to have eggs than anyon! All these variations were served on "a nice fresh Italian roll". I can hear her saying it now at this very moment. "I have a nice fresh italian roll just for you!" It really made me feel special. Only the rolls weren't leftover! You might be wondering what I had for snacks. Oreos ? Potato chips? Not from my italian mother, no sir, not from the Queen of leftovers! My Mom would pack a prickly pear. And thank goodness she peeled it! It was difficult enough trying to explain what prickly pear was to other first graders. "EEEWWW! What's that?", I would hear. "No, it is not a pear and yes, it is prickly. Oh! And no, it's not prickly now cause it's already peeled!" I was a kind of Emiril Lagasse of the under 10 year old set. Then, there was Lent. Mom somehow had her own rule about eating meat during Lent. We had fish twice a week instead of once. Personally, I think she devised this plan just just to get me to eat more fish--she knew I would not take issue with this rule since it was supposedly a religious edict. I thought this was the 11th commandment. "Thou shalt not eat meat on Wednesday and Friday during Lent". I later learned that this was Mom's commandment. So on Friday (oh how I loved Fridays) my lunch was tuna. Not just plain tuna and mayo (not in my house). Tuna, onions, celery and olive oil and "a nice fresh italian roll." In fourth grade at St. Andrew school my teacher's name was Miss De Angelis. Miss De Angelis was Italian. My school did not have a cafeteria. I ate at my desk in the classroom. Miss De Angelis walked up and down the isles checking who was eating and who was feeding the trash can. One Friday, during Lent she stopped by my desk and said she knew what I was having. It smelled soooo good! Later, she would mention the tuna sandwich to my mother a during a teacher conference. Miss De Angelis complimented my mom on the how good the tuna sandwiches looked. For the remainder of Lent Mom packed two sandwiches in my lunch on Friday's. One sandwich for me and one for Miss DeAngelis both on "a nice fresh italian roll". And Miss De Angeles sure did enjoy the sandwich Mom packed for her and I was a stellar student that year. I hope you will share some of your experiences with me. I would love to hear from you. Email me at camille@virtualitalia.zzn.com Let's create some leftovers! Asparagus Omelette Italian Style
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