Things I Like: Red Gravy

[auraesque]

I was talking to two regulars today at the bar. We were talking about heritage, and I told them I was Italian. One of the guys was Italian, too, so we started to banter over macaroni, meatballs and red gravy. It was too cute.

I love being Italian, but not just that, I love being New York Italian. It's like we have our own language, a strange mix of Italian, English, Yiddish and old wives tales. We chatted how we didn't know what pasta was--it was all macaroni, and meatballs are cooked in the gravy, which is red not brown. I like that, how you can find commality in the strangest of places.

Later, a little girl was ordering and couldn't pronounce the menu item. So I repeated it back to her, "Galamari and an order of Orikette--little ears?" She pronounced it back the way I said it, it was really cute. Adults usually ignore my pronunciation and say it how it's spelled: "Fried Calamari and Orecchiette." Hee.

Comments

[meg-toxicity.livejournal.com]

I love little kids, although our neighbor makes me wonder if that's how i really feel about kids. XD.

For one of my classes in high school I got to help teach pre-k kids and kids that were 3 & 4 it was pretty cool. When i taught the older kids... who were like 11 and 12... i wanted to shoot them all because they didn't listen. The teacher wanted to me to give like 5 kids a test... so i did... and they all effin' cheated! >_> & they were being really stupid and annoying... and the teacher had gone somewhere with the other students

So i told them all to go to hell and walked out of the class room and went back to the high school XD haha.

[auraesque.livejournal.com]

Haha, I like little kids, too. I used to teach dance classes for 4-6 year olds, and I nannied for the longest time. Older kids can be irritating, but thier all so self conscious at that age. It's hard even now to remember what it was like.

[meg-toxicity.livejournal.com]

I really don't remember even acting like them. I mean man... they were rough... and it's like they get worse every year. The teacher even agreed with me. LOL.

I wouldn't mind watching really little kids but after they hit the mouthy stage. D:....buh. count me out. lol.

The kid across the street, he's rough... he's hard to be around for very long. One time... he took a tic-tac box and peed in it and gave it to my mom. It made me chuckle but at the same time I know that if it were me I'd be ticked off too.

His parents let him rome around the city whenever he wants and he's only 8. I feel bad for him. His brother's pretty rough too. He's 16. >_> I think he's a little psychotic. lol.