Even though this is the Mastandrea's Macaroni Dish, I was reluctant to speak of my maternal side. Then I realized, most of the people on here would more than likely tell me to post it onto here regardless. So I am. On this Sunday morning when I should be making sauce.

I am quite impressed of not only the influx of contribution to the Ecyclopedia Mastandrea, but I am even more enthralled by the volume of time and effort going into the WWVS? project. I applaud all of you.

I just want to point your attention to my mother. She has more than just ISM's to her, she has ones that are brand new and never before heard. What I like most about them, is that most are used on impulse and the humor usually depends on the extent of her fluster.

A few weeks ago, the Southern Division of Spumoni Gardens took a trip to Boca Raton to see the always gentlemanly Uncle Vinny D'Elia. (Let me just point out that his was not only a chance for my brother Steve to see my Uncle Vinny again, but to hopefully reunite with a long haired, chain smoking lounge singer that goes by the name of Erminio ... but that's another story.) We had a fantastic time, we ate at a place called Maggiano's in Boca Raton, and then afterward we went to an Italian bakery by the beach in Margate.

What I recall the most of that night were the things my mother said.

While we ate napopleons, tiramisus and cannolis, we got to talking about how my mother and father met. We all know that they met in the late 60's at a bar called"The Picturebox" which was at one point owned by the Big Kahuna. Even though I had heard this story before, many times, I had never heard the version my mother was about to tell me. She described her second encounter with my dad.

She said when she went to see my dad she was wearing a frosted blonde Conectylon wig. I stopped her in disbelief. She went onto say that because of the wig that night, my dad didn't give her the attention she had been looking for. I was in awe ... beyond awe...

As we made out way back home, my mother was driving with my dad in the passenger side, and I in the backseat when she stopped at a light stopping right next to a 2005 H2. Now for those of you who don't follow, most of you call it a Hummer. She goes on to say how she don't like the car simply for the fact that it was too big and top heavy. As she went on, I can't help but think that this is the longest light in history. As she furthers in her rant, she exclaims : "I've never liked the hummer, it's too cumbersome ... it reminds me of a huge pair of sneakers."

I am speechless.

If anyone remembers anything else from that night, feel free to share.
Have a great weekend!