I was well into adulthood before I realized that I was an American. Of course, I had been born in America and had lived there all of my life, but somehow it never occurred to me that just being a citizen of the United States meant I was an American. Americans were people who ate peanut butter and jelly on mushy white bread that came out of plastic packages. ME?? I was Italian. When it came to food, it always amazed me that my American friends or classmates only ate turkey on Thanksgiving or Christmas. Or rather, that they only ate turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes and cranberry sauce. Now we Italians – we also had turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes and cranberry sauce, but – only after we had finished the antipasto, soup, lasagna, meatballs, salad and whatever else Grandma thought might be appropriate for that particular holiday. This turkey was usually accompanied by a roast of some kind (just in case somebody walked in who didn't like turkey) and was followed by an assortment of fruits, nuts, pastries, cakes and, of course, homemade cookies. No holiday was complete without some home baking, none of that store-bought stuff for us. This is where you learned to eat a seven-course meal between Noon and 4:00 p.m. Speaking of food – Sunday was truly the big day of the week. That was the day you'd wake up to the smell of garlic and onions frying in olive oil. As you lay in bed, you could hear the hiss as tomatoes were dropped into the pan. Sunday we always had gravy (others called it "sauce") and macaroni (they called it "pasta"). Sunday would not be Sunday without going to Mass. Of course, you couldn't eat before Mass because you had to fast before receiving Communion. But, the good part was we knew that when we got home, we'd find hot meatballs frying and nothing tastes better than newly-fried meatballs and crisp bread dipped in a pot of gravy. We were born in and grew up in the same house which became our family headquarters for many years. After the older members of the family got married we all continued to congregate at the "Headquarters" every Sunday. My mom and pop delighted in watching everyone eat until (over) full. They usually sat quietly and reveled in the spectacle that they created.
Thursday - Ravioli with meatballs & sausage or fettucini/alfredo sauce and chicken
Friday - Spaghetti or shrimp over linguini
Saturday - Rigatoni or chef's choice
Sunday - Lasagna or cheese ravioli
Thursday-Sunday 5:00 pm - 9:00 pm
- Carmine's Restaurant
- 525 W. 1st Ave.
- Kennewick, WA 99336
- (509) 619-0873