My Nonno picked fresh peaches off of his tree, slice them up and put them in a glass. He’d then fill the glass with wine and refrigerate it. That would be our desert that night.
I don't think you could buy them chairs anymore so if you have them someone gave them to you. Don't talk about fig trees, when I was a kid my father had figs and my father had to guard them because my great aunt would come over and clean him out. Then every year they had to get uprooted wrapped in newspaper, plastic wrap, and tar paper, and buried below the frost line. You left one thing out, where does drinking beer come in?
You described my summers when I was a child!❤
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My Nonno picked fresh peaches off of his tree, slice them up and put them in a glass. He’d then fill the glass with wine and refrigerate it. That would be our desert that night.
The best!!!
#5....LOL...its relaxing
#10. Bocce
The first one is so true even in Italian Australian families as well, passata day is a day I always look forward too
This is so true!
Every June we will bottle the wine.
You’re always right on G, 😉
My Nonno according to my dad picked fichi
Picking peaches 🍑 and making peach dumplings
I don't think you could buy them chairs anymore so if you have them someone gave them to you. Don't talk about fig trees, when I was a kid my father had figs and my father had to guard them because my great aunt would come over and clean him out. Then every year they had to get uprooted wrapped in newspaper, plastic wrap, and tar paper, and buried below the frost line. You left one thing out, where does drinking beer come in?
I remember the heat used to burn your arms..ahhh memories
That's funny!!
You never see an Italian drunk though.
Nope my parents had them too! They were Nonna & Nonno too!!
;) I'm 100% italian (of Italy) and I cannot be tanned in 5 minutes! ;) ... usually i'm burned everyyear
Let the men do what the men want to do when it come to cleaning or repairing.
This is my family to a T
Hey Paisan