Next year in Sicily

Uncle Donnie likes to eat.
This should be of no surprise to you who know me.
I married into a family of great cooks, and gaging by the size of my waist, their
efforts have not been wasted. It reminds me of this truism: if the mind is a terrible thing to waste, then the waist is a terrible thing to mind, you know
what I mean?
Really, I probably need to lose at least three dress sizes-Oops, that was Uncle Debbie talking right there- and get this:so far on my current thirty day diet, I've lost sixteen days!
Hello, Uncle Donnie is asovrappeso, a little overweight, whattaya gonna
do? Uncle Donnie never met a six course meal he didn't like. What can I say? I like my bread soaked in bread, capisci? Here's a surprise for you, we in this house love Italian food. We love to prepare it, and love to eat it, reheat it and eat it again, you get my meaning?
You want I should cook for you, maybe a little Sicilian Roast Beef with a parmesan
risotto? Or howsabout a beautiful bolognese with mild italian sausage covering a crispy polenta?Maybe a little crostini or bruschetta, and about three bottles of Ruffino.....Yeah, that ought to do it.
And just to top it off, maybe some spumoni. Or a nice cannoli... or a large lingucia pizza- joosta whatta the Doctor ordered, paisan!
Mozzarella, tomatoes, and basil baby, tricolore, joosta like the italian flag. White,red and green.... Makes-a me wanta sing O Sole Mio, Volare and Grazzi,Scusi, Prego Be Polite. Where did I put those Louis Prima records?
Next year in Sicily,
Uncle D.