Pig's Feet

I was never able to join in the pig's feet decadence. I remember my Mom loved them. Just the sight and smell used to make me queasy. I recall seeing them featured in a couple of bistros in Paris and thinking maybe I had missed something. I still didn't try them.

The "Warino Seven" really had a bond that I have come to understand is impossible for any of their children to fully comprehend. It's easy enough to glean bits and pieces (or even feet apparently) of what it must have been like to grow up on Truesdale/Albert Street. But, I am afraid we will never really know.

I write this because I hope Aunt Rose and Uncle Joe will share more of the growing up stories. I wrote one story that Rose told me about when Grandpa hunting his shoes while late for work one morning, but in so doing really wondered about what a typical day might have been like back then (when all were home on a Tuesday evening for dinner, for instance).

Thus far the focus of this blog has been on when the grandkids were around, I doubt the evenings as a young family for the Warinos involved much dressing up or sport coats. I bet they were "real meals" though and when I think of that famous question, "if you could have dinner with anyone in history...?" Instead, of Leonardo DaVinci, I think I would choose to eat dinner with the "Warino Seven" when they were kids.