1 April
This is no joke. Palm Sunday is the day of the semi-annual Italian Dinner at the Scared Heart Church, which we've already written about here.
It's always nice to go with friends, so we set out with Kathy and Julie at 2 PM on what turned out to be a sunny spring day. Holt wore his Italian Olympics tie, and along with our tupperware we carried some Bocce Zinfandel, with a very appropriate grape-box label. And mighty fruity it was too.
This was an extra-special dinner, because for the first time the shouting maitre-d' ("WE GOT TWO FOURS!") sent us to a table on the dais, so we got to be up close and personal with the mural that dominates the church hall. It turns out that the Bishop in the center of it is the Blessed John Scalabrini, because this is a Scalabrinian church, and they're all to do with immigrants (Mother Cabrini is there as well, not to mention the Indians - though they're not immigrants).
The ravioli were wondrous and overflowing as ever; I think you get about 25 per plate, still with the traditional cheese and spinach filling. But instead of the one giant meatball, they are making them smaller and giving out three per plate, which definitely improves the sauce:meatball ratio. Salad before, and ice cream and oatmeal cookie afterward, are just diversions.
We finished off our tupper of leftover ravioli that evening at our more normal dinnertime. And of course we got a box of fifty to stash in the freezer. Let's hope it holds us till the next Italian dinner, in October.
1 comment:
Barbara, this is your cousin Robin (Burrell) who just got off the phone with your sister and played major catch up. She told me about your blog and I did not know you were such a foodie.. Very decadent...caviar and angel hair?
We're all pretty much foodies here.
We might get to play catch up face to face after the naming of the Queens street for your mother.
It will be great fun. I'm very glad Adrienne called.
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