Remember when Sundays were all about whipping up a late-night Italian dinner, putting your phone on silent, ignoring all your friends and family for an hour and plopping down in front of the TV to watch The Sopranos? Come on, I can’t be the only one who had a ritual like this. Sure, the show’s intricate plots and emotional and familial revelations were intriguing but didn’t you love how the food–oh, that glorious food–played such a huge role in the show? Sausage and pepper sandwiches from Satriale’s. Dinner at Artie Bucco’s Vesuvio. Carmella using a ricotta and pineapple pie as a bribe. The list goes on and on.
I’ve been missing this guy like crazy and I’ll always remember him for making my Sunday nights (and my Sunday dinners) something to look forward to.
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