My sister’s boyfriend spent all of Thanksgiving telling my family we were culturally inferior because we weren’t Italian like him. He insulted my grandmother’s ribbon-winning pumpkin pie, bragged…
The first attack came with the turkey. My sister’s boyfriend, Lorenzo, picked up a slice of our dry American bird, held it to the light, and announced that in Italy, they would never serve such meat because Italians understood moisture and flavor. Then he turned to the mashed potatoes and said his nana would cry … Read more