- Posted February 23, 2014 by
This iReport is part of an assignment:
Who taught you to love food?
No One Loves Food Like an Italian
I've always equated my father with food. And not just any food, the traditional Italian-American food. For us, it wasn't usually about the food itself, it was more about the family and the community that came together over the food. Whether it was family dinners at my grandmother's house on Sunday, or the huge holiday gatherings, where there was family, there was food. And where there was food, there was love.
Even today, I say a little prayer over the food I prepare for my family. I want to instill my love into the very essence of the meal, so that everyone feels a bit of what I feel for them.
So Dad, you will be dearly missed, but your love of food and family will carry on with all your children and grandchildren.