One of our favorite things to do on a Sunday afternoon is steal away to my parents’ house. They live 7 miles from us and are a part of our children’s daily lives. Yet, for my husband and me, the worries of the world just stop at their doorstep!
My Mom and dad’s house is more formal than mine but it is all about comfort. My mother missed her calling as an interior designer. She can pull things together and just has what I call “the eye” for design (but so do many of you as I witness on your blogs!)
My Mom is also a true foodie. She’s the type of lady who serves everything on a paper doily. She is always making a new dish from her varied cookbook collection. The family joke is if you buy her a new casserole dish you’ll get a new meal!
She has made things my children would never try at home. Because of her, all three of our children are lovers of robust Locatelli cheese, close to Romano but made from goat’s milk. She wraps a wedge for each child every Christmas and puts in their stockings! My Dad serves the best coffee and usually summer salads are filled with his garden tomatoes.
My Aunt, a busy executive, lives down the block, and my grown cousins live around town or in the city. On any given Sunday you’ll find we all convene at my parents’ home for a pot of Italian gravy, lasagna, meatballs, TV watching
and general lounging!
Better than a vacation, it is a spot of heaven. I tell them lovingly we don’t know anyone in Alaska, Belgium, Argentina, New Zealand…where else in the world could we all go and feel as carefree as a 12 year old again?