1. 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 ...
    before bedtime.” “That is a lovely tradition,” I said squeezing Marie’s hand. “When I was little I helped turn the handle on the meat grinder until bedtime. Dad still grinds the meat by hand. Keep in mind good sausage must always be coarse ground. It must have fresh cracked fennel. As much my Dad likes his hot peppers Dad always makes his sausage mild for Mom. Before they mix the ground meat and spices together the men pour four glasses of wine for a toast and our priest says a small prayer. ” “Your priest makes sausage with your father?” “Yes, Father Joseph Sebastian; Joe and Dad are best friends.” “Why four glasses of wine, Marie? You said there were three men. Did your Dad let you drink wine when you were you grinding sausage?” “One glass of wine is poured into each batch of the sausage mix as part of the recipe. When I was little girl I got a teaspoon of wine in glass of water; enough to give the water a little color. As I got older and for special occasions I was allowed have half a glass of wine if I wanted it. What were your holiday traditions growing up? “Mom served creamed cod over mashed potatoes that were swimming in butter on Christmas Eve. We had leg of lamb for Christmas Day. Easter was ham, although Mom broiled lamb chops for my Dad. Dad insisted on lamb for these two holidays. When I turned nine and started working on the farm, I was allowed a shot glass of beer hard cider on holidays and that year I saved most of my money to buy Christmas presents. I bought a ...
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