Christmas Lunch started off with the usual entertaining chaos of some sort, we arrived to a down poor of rain and all the Zii (uncles) and cousins frantically trying to put up every tarp possible. As lunch was in the garage (extending out past it) as its the only spot we all fit, there are about 38 of us now. Once they were up and we were all dry and cosy the feast began. A parade of all the usual Italian suspects pilled on to the table with the must have accompaniment, Nonno’s home made wine from under the house. We all lined up to get our hands on the amazing food we all pitched in to make with Nonna’s supervision. I was even asked to bring a small dessert. All our plates were piled high with so may dishes to choose from you just have to try a little bit of everything, topped with salad from Nonna and Nonno’s garden. We were all so full from trying everything and everyone had to share around with each other what we couldn’t finish as Nonna thinks what ever is left on your plate you don’t like and the last thing we want to her to think is we don’t like her cooking and you get ‘the look’. Even though we were stuffed there is always room for coffee, dessert and grappa (Grappa is a lethally strong Italian alcohol made from distilling skins, pulp, seeds, and stems). My Cookies that I made even got a mention from Nonna.