The Italian Story.
I was born and raised to eat everything on my plate and couldn't leave the table until it was all eaten.
Thats the Victorian way I think. It would be child abuse these days.
Then I met my wife and became fat. ?
The Italians think that when you eat everything on your plate, that they should put more on and say eat.
The trick i found is to always leave some on there
and argue with them your not sick
Its a physiological thing.
Italians also think that if your not eating, summating rong.
If you eat a hot chilli and nearly die from it
they say
whats tha matter you?
If you say the chilli was HOT
they say
thatsa no hot one
here you trya thisa one
thisa one she's a hota one.
If you look skinny
they say whatstha matter U
U looka too skinny
hatza no good
you cumina sick you no eat
here must be eat summa ting
no gooda you looka too skinny, same as the dog in the street
You cant argue with Italians because they are always right.
There's no such thing as a 4 door masserati ..
Even though their wine tatste like petrol
They say its goods stuff why buy the stuff in the shop too spensive anyway
pincha your money
me maka myself cummina good
and you always go home with a bottle of coke full of tha gooda stuff
Then when you later that night go to the fridge at 1am to quench your thirst
from all the hot chilli's
and grab the coke bottle and scoff down a few mouth fulls
only to discover that its the freaking jet fuel
Looking in an italian fridge
nothing is what it appears to be
Jet fuel in the coke bottle.
beans in the butter tub
olives in the jam jar
all sort of crumpled non descript bags of god knows whatever
hot chillis in the cold chillis and vice versa
Dont you love it when a nice plate of BBQ capsicums are served
and you ask are there any hot ones in there?
They say no, no htta ones
so you tuck in and guess what
A freaking fire ball from hell erupts in your mouth
I thought you said not hot ones?
Oh sorry musta mixem up hotta one there
Here hotta one here
you want?