"Feast" ing with Mom

I honestly did not realize this factoid, but Mom says she has not been to the Feast of the Assumption in Little Italy in years!

And she is correct.

For a few years when she was recuperating from surgeries and pneumonia, she did not attend.

And then for a few years, she felt much better but was not sure she could negotiate around the masses scurrying around Murray Hill.

We decided she could not miss one more year of one of our favorite events, pastimes, traditions.

In years gone by, the whole family would head down there, walk around, usually see folks we knew, maybe even play one of those silly carnival games trying to win a fish or an over sized stuffed animal, and most importantly, feast on tremendous home-made Italian food.

Well, it's too bad, those days are gone. Gone for some, but not for me. I'm too much of a romantic, a traditionalist, and thoroughly enjoy the simple things, especially when experienced with loved ones, dear friends, and family.

I am determined never to let this tradition go up in flames as so many others have.

Mom and I carefully maneuvered around Little Italy with her transportation aid taking in the savory scents, the beautiful sights, and familiar sounds.

We always light some candles, every little bit is worth a try!

I showed Mom the new restaurants, Corbo's new digs, Spuzzillo's, and introduced her to one of my business contacts, Tom, who works the Feast each year.

As in years passed, we arrived armed with bags and containers for dinner....from cavatelli, meatballs, sausage, fried mozzarella, eggplant, cannoli, elephant ears, funnel cakes, lemon ice, the works!

What a memorable afternoon and dinner with Mom. Absolutely PRICELESS!