It’s time once again for
Friday Fictioneers.
This is how the photo
prompted me.

It was a tradition in my house when I was a kid; Mom made macaroni with gravy meat every Sunday and Thursday.
Nobody called it pasta; it was Ronzoni macaroni. And we didnβt say βsauceβ either; it was βgravyβ. Meatballs, pieces of pork, beef and lamb, sausages and bracciole β thatβs Sicilian βgravy meatβ.
Momβs cooking was absolutely incredible. With the steamy kitchen window open just a crack, the aromas wafted out into the night, beckoning aunts, uncles, cousins and a few neighbors to dinner. Our apartment was always full.
The bright light wasnβt really necessary; everyone just followed their nose.
NAR Β© 2023
100 Words
This is Louis Prima and “Come On A My House”

What an amazing cook she was! Your last line says it all. Good one, Nancy! Love the gravy meat.
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Thank you, KK.
My mother excelled at cooking and keeping a clean house.
That was her focus in life. You could literally eat off her floor!
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Dear Nancy,
I shouldn’t have read this with my stomach already growling. ) I could taste and smell your story. Lovely. Sorry to be so late.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Judging by how many people posted a similar comment, I probably should have included a PSA warning! LOL!!
I’m so glad you enjoyed my little story, Rochelle. Thanks for sharing your thoughts today.
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Niceeeeee
Now I’m super hungry.
Well told… I wish I could smell that
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So glad you enjoyed the story!
We’ll have to talk to WP about an aroma app!
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I wish I had grown up with such a tradition. I love the idea of a thick, chunky, and meaty gravy.
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You can’t beat Sunday Gravy!
Great traditions with great foot!
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Mmmmm …. I could smell the gravy from your words. YUP … Momma’s knew
how to cook and didn’t mind doing it. It was always yummy to eat dinner when it was made by Momma. Aahhhh … memories of when sitting down to eat was a pleasure all by itself. Great memories in your story,Nancy.
Have a wonderful week … Isadora π
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Thank you so much, Isadora!
I can tell you truly enjoyed my story
and that makes me very happy to know
that someone is relating to the words I write.
Thank you for sharing your thoughts and memories today.
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Your most welcome … π
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Such a heartwarming story, Nancy. Love the last lines about not needing a light, just follow your nose. I love those big family gatherings and miss them from my childhood π¦
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Thanks so much, Lisa for your very special comment!!
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You’re very welcome β€
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My late husband was Italian and I remember the delicious meals he and his family put together. It made the holidays very special. π
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Thanks for sharing your personal memories, Eugi!
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My pleasure.
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It’s always a treat to read about food memories. Thanks! Reminded me of the meals I grew up with… southern cooking and my dad’s midwestern loving of meat and potatoes. And eating together.
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Whenever someone says I brought up memories
from their childhood, I know that I’ve accomplished
what I set out to do. Thanks for the lovely comments, Michele!
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Loved this Nancy
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Thanks so much, Di!
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You’re welcome
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I think the aroma is still wafting my way!
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Sunday Gravy has a way of doing that, D!
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i love italian food. home cook much better.
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Then you’ve come to the right place! π
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Some years ago, my son brought me a recipe for Sunday Gravy and asked me if I could make it for his birthday. I did. It was a bit time consuming, but BOY was it good! The ingredients you mention are very similar to that recipe.
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Sunday Gravy is a commitment and I’m in the kitchen for hours.
It’s a lot of work but the results are worth the time. I prepare a huge batch, starting with the sauce, then the meat. Because it’s so time-consuming, I prepare 4 batches …. one to eat that day and 3 to freeze. Honestly, I don’t know how my mother managed to make her Sunday Gravy every weekend!
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Now that it’s just the two of us, I don’t make it any more. It really is time-consuming. But SO delicious! I did quickly learn to double-or triple-batch it and freeze the extra, but somehow it just wasn’t the same as when it simmered all day π
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Yes, we’re alone now but I will make Sunday Gravy for a special occasion …. Christmas, this year with manicotti.
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My mouth is watering right now. Can I grab a bottle of Chianti by the neck and come on up, please?
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Yessss!!!! The more the merrier!
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How could anyone have resisted a smell like that? It makes macaroni cheese sound a bit lame!
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Oooh, I do love a good mac & cheese, Keith! The cheesier the better! π
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My Mother’s home made stews were the talk of the town.
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You can’t beat a good stew, especially in the colder temps!
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I never seem to be able to cook like my mother. And I definitely don’t cook like my mother-in-law. Unfortunately I never met her. π¦
Fortunately my husband learned from his mother and enjoys cooking. Recently I’ve been thinking about “Meals on Wheels.”
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My mother-in-law was also an excellent cook …. better at roasts and chicken than Italian food but not bad, certainly a lot better than the Irish cook at the rectory who made her spaghetti sauce out of ketchup. No lie.
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π¦ ketchup?
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Yes, and it was god-awful! π€’
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I love this – You wanna know why? Because – “macaroni” “gravy”. Yes, always Ronzoni, and Yes – macaroni – never heard the word pasta until I was in my 40’s. And there seems to be only a small segment of the Italian-American community who uses the word gravy – years ago I got into a long ‘argument’ on the internet about it’s usage. I had to be 20 or so before I knew there was something called ‘gravy’ that was brown and Anglos put on meat…who ever heard of such a thing LOL And yes, I refer to anyone non-Italian as “anglo’. LOL Oh I just remembered – my mother would send me to the butcher with the instruction to ask for “meat for the gravy” – that’s exactly how you ordered it.
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Absolutely! And how nice to know someone other than my cousins who understand the term “gravy meat”!
The first time I brought my boyfriend (now husband) home to meet my parents, he didn’t have a clue what gravy meat was (1/2 Irish, you know). He was in for a surprise that knocked his socks off!
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If only you could send the taste by e-mail.
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You’ve no idea how often I’ve wished that ….
for a variety of sensations!
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I am making baked ziti today, but I call it sauce.
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“Sau-seech” his own, as my dad liked to say. I call it sauce these days, too.
Now, because I’m a curious sort, I must ask: real baked ziti calls for a mixture of ricotta, shredded mozzarella and grated Parmigiano/Romano cheese. Are you adding all three? Some cooks only add mozz which is good but the other two ingredients really made the ziti hearty but not heavy. I made baked ziti yesterday and also added chopped sausage. Buon appetito, Jim!
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Baked ziti without ricotta? No…
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“Sau-seech his own” – OMG – I love you! Haven’t heard that in years (except when I say it.)
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It will have ricotta, mozzarella and parmesan cheese along with ground beef and ground sweet sausage.
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Yes!! It sounds like your baked ziti will be fantastic!!
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It was very filling, and I ate more than I should have.
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Proof that it was good!
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Now I’m hungry.
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“Mangiare!” as my mother would say.
Thanks, James
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Wow! She mustβve been an amazing cook
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She was, Sadje!
I learned from a master.
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Awesome
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Great; I’ve drooled on my keyboard. Thanks a bunch.
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Oh! I fancy that right now and it’s 9.18am ππ
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My mother was a fabulous cook of all types of Italian foods, from her savory soups to a multi-ingredient lasagna to the most decadent of desserts.
But ask her to make a grilled cheese sandwich and she’d stare at me as if I came from Jupiter! I didn’t eat a hot dog until I was 8 years old at a friend’s birthday party.
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Danes have the same, but itβs minced beef in gravy on spaghetti. MiliΓΆn bΓΈf.
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Interesting! If you know Italians/Sicilians, then you know the never ending debate: sauce v gravy. I grew up calling it gravy which could be confusing because meat juices were also gravy. Go figure. I now call it ‘sauce’ but my family and in-laws still know it as ‘gravy’. Real authentic Italian restaurants will always have their version of “Sunday Gravy” on the menu. π
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Macaroni, eh…
Buongiorno, cara, e buon appetito!
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Si. Ronzoni sono buoni …. as the old advert jingle goes. Personally, I do not like Ronzoni but they had the market cornered when I was a kid.
The best was my mother’s homemade Sunday pasta;
there’s nothing like pasta made from scratch, caro,
with homemade wine that would knock you on your ass!
My dad would slice peaches into a tall glass,
then pour his wine over them. Fantastico! π π·
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