Getting ready for this year’s feast. I can’t wait. Sorry to say that we won’t be visiting Aunt Sue this year, as she passed shortly after last year’s Feast of the Assumption. But it’s nice to look back on these memories.
I spent most of Sunday with a glass of homemade wine in my hand, and sat at an old kitchen table stuffing “Aunt Sue’s” hand made cannoli. That can only mean one thing-time for The Feast of the Assumption. It’s a holy day marking Mary’s ascension into heaven. And for Cleveland’s Little Italy neighborhood, it’s the busiest week of the year. Marrying food, faith, family and heritage. For me, it’s a can’t miss event.
This year we returned to the house that belongs to my future sis-in-law’s great Aunt Sue. The 90 year old cooks enough to feed an army, and opens her home, adjacent to Holy Rosary Church (the center of the celebration), to dozens of people…whether or not their last name ends in a vowel. The home made spread was hearty and true to neighborhood.
Pizza, Cavatelli and meatballs, Eggplant Parmesan, Caprese salad, Stuffed Peppers, Breaded Chicken, Sausage, Pepperoni Rolls…
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