It's still very much that way when I go out to visit my Italian side of the family in California. Me, all 20 of my cousins, hanging out, eating lasagna and roast and cannolis. The women in the kitchen, the men in the living room. It's unfortunate that I only get to experience that once every two or three years. I still remember it though, clear as day, going there as early on as two years old.
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