When it comes to gravy, Mama Italiana knows best
My friends, you have been deceived.
You may not realize it; in fact, I’m sure you haven’t. But that red stuff that the dining hall workers have placed next to the bowtie pasta is nothing more than a bowl of lies, a concoction of criminality. Tomato sauce? Please. Tell it to your jar of Ragu, sweetie.
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Interesting points. But you are speaking of Italian Americans, NOT Italians - the "gravy" and "macaroni" you talk of would likely be as much an abomination in most regions of Italy as that glop next yo the bowties in the dining hall.