The Italian Elbow

As often happens through email, we get jokes and funny stories, authors unknown. My mom forwarded the following and it cracked me up – it “is” my Nanny, or at least her Italian accent (although she was a-born inna Pitts-a-burgh”) – although she’d never say anything if you didn’t bring anything nor would she ever rely on anyone to bring anything, although anything brought was always welcomed. (And as we know, it’s good manners to show up with something!)

I share it with you on a Sunday afternoon… the day we’d most always be with Nanny & Nonno (Dad’s parents) or Grandma & Grandma (Mom’s folks) to have gravy (the red kind – haha), meatballs, sausage, gravy meat in total, macaroni, wine (yes, the kids were permitted a drop in their soda and called them “spritzers”) – and then there’d be the second round of a roast, vegetables, a big salad – followed by fruit and nuts – followed by dessert which would consist of pastries and home-baked treats. I can’t believe we’d eat that much and not explode!

So here’s it is…

THE  I T A L I A N  E L B O W

An Italian grandmother is giving directions to her grown grandson who is coming to visit with his new wife.

“You comma to de front door of the apartmenta.

I am inna apartmenta 301.

There issa bigga panel at the front door.

Witha you elbow , pusha button 301.

I willa buzza you in.

Come inside, the elevator is ona you right.

Get in, and witha you elbow , pusha 3.

When you get out, I’mma ona the left.

Witha you elbow , hit-tah my doorbell.”

“Grandma, that sounds easy, but, why am I hitting all these buttons with my elbow?

“Whaaat…? You comin empty handed?”

 

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One thought on “The Italian Elbow

  1. I just read this again – Mom did not have 2 mothers – haha! There would be no issue if she did but that would be discounting my Grandpa Tony! Joe and I will be bringing you highlighted segments of the wonderful family members who not only influenced our love of the kitchen but so beautifully influenced our lives.

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