By Mary Anna Violi | @Mary Anna Violi
Tonight I had the good fortune of dining with my cousins. The special occasion was a visit from Cousin Marianne’s sister-in-law, Mary Kay, from the Dallas, Texas environs. Mary Kay’s husband, Cousin Tony remained behind in humid Texas [our Violi men traditionally dislike travel that takes them far from their homesteads]. Cousin Marianne’s sister Rita, her brother Donnie, his wife Jennifer, Marianne and husband Steve, and their daughter Chrissie were there too. Having arrived 50 minutes late, due to a previous social engagement, I found I had just missed Zio Saverio and our Cousin Ned. Our local Cousin Tony had to relinquish our company for football practice with the hometown Catholic team he’s coached for the past 20+ years. The rest of us managed to make a spirited, noisy band of cousins.
Not only was the camaraderie exemplary, the food tasted mighty fine. When I had the Violi Clan over in July, I served up baked rigatoni. Cousin Marianne also makes a mean baked rigatoni. Truth be known, we all love that rigatoni and ate it tonight con brio. We can always count on heaps of Italian food, beverages, and family when we gather. In the greater scheme of things, these are good to anticipate.
No matter how much time has elapsed between our coming together en masse, we always pick up where we left off. That is how comfortable we all are with one another; that is how long we have known one another. Cousin Rita and I are the same age. We grew up playing with our Barbie dolls together. Our fathers were brothers, along with local Cousin Tony’s father. Our families met regularly and lived only a few blocks apart. While Zio Saverio is the lone living member of the original three Violi Brothers, I am grateful to have my cousins in my life. They enrich my life immeasurably.
Ciao for now.