The Hungry Barbarian

So as I mentioned the barbarians have arrived, so obviously the game has changed a bit.  Let’ introduce the players:

• My dad
• My brother
• His girlfriend
• My dad’s parents (aka Mr. and Mrs. Costanza)

While I was worried before about having invaders, it is nice to have someone to chat with about my adventures thus far and my strategies moving forward.  Of course when they walk into the house, I have to go around, but at first these are minor inconveniences.  

The biggest issue however is due to the fact that my dad’s side of the family (with me included) usually want to focus on the singular topic of food.  Sure we spoke of Tim Russert’s passing (he spoke at my graduation, so I have a soft spot for him), my cousins (who are apparently rabidly following my adventures), and other things, but we always want to come back to food.  I say want, because my grandmother (Sicilian) has decided there was no food talk allowed.  

For a woman whose life revolved around the subject, this led to open mouth disbelief.  It was like watching Jesus become an atheist.  

G-ma’s got my back though:

That’s right, she’s my posse.

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