Eating at the Dinner Table

Tonight I was eating dinner with my mother. She had made us Cavati (or Cavatelli, if you must.). Not homemade but store bought. Still they were good. Cavati are one of my mother's favorites.

She was telling me about the time she working in my Grandmother's store selling homemade Wandi. She got home late and found out that my Grandmother had made cavati for dinner, but there wasn't any left. My guess is that Mom was under some stress, because she burst out crying. Grandma, being the way she was, made a new batch from scrach for Mom.

It was nice little story on it's own, but facanating to me, because I didn't know my Grandmother had a store. It was in the late 40's, and didn't last very long. From the undertone of my mother, I guess she did most of the grunt work involved. It's something nice to know.

I like eating dinner with my mother. If you haven't had a family meal in while try it. I think it would be good for the soul. No TV or Cell phones. Just sit down and eat. It doesn't have to be anything fancy. And don't force it. Things will come in there own time.