When I was a kid I remember sitting around the weekend dinner table with Dad cooking up his best Italian pasta recipes. We always had guests over and lots of them. Everybody would be drinking Italian wine and eating Italian cheeses, talking and most importantly, laughing. It was one of the ways we shared our love.
Dinner started at 3pm and went on till way after midnight. Dad was not only an amazing chef but could bring anyone to tears with laughter with his silly food jokes.