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The Plumber's Daughter Chapter 3
Date: 8/24/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: beagle9690, Rating: 90.2, Source: sexstories.com
cheese in the center of her meatballs. Mozzarella was just one of the cheeses we bought and I learned how to pronounce it properly in Italian. Then there was the sea salt. I always figured salt was salt, nevertheless Marie insisted on sea salt for everything. Now for the meat to go into the meatballs; we bought veal and chuck steak; luckily I have a meat grinder. Marie wasn’t happy with the Italian Sausage in that supermarket. We bought the rest of our groceries, minus the sausage and then went to a coffee shop known for their pies and pastries. We placed our order and requested to see their telephone book. I received an education on Italian sausage while sharing our pie; one slice of blue berry and one slice of cherry. We helped each other to a bit of each while Marie explained “The best sausage is always homemade because you control what goes into it with only the best and freshest ingredients. My Dad’s sausage is outstanding. Dad gets together with his two best friends every December 23rd. It’s a tradition with them. They make enough sausage for the year taking close to fifty pounds each. They drink wine. There is bread and cheese and olives; lots of black and green olives and plenty of sopressata for sandwiches. Christmas Eve is meatless with us and we hold with the tradition of the Feast of the Seven Fishes. After Midnight Mass, it is officially Christmas,” Marie said, smiling, “Mom will fry one small piece of sausage and Dad would cut it in three pieces for us to share ...