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The Macaroni Tradition

I grew up celebrating Thanksgiving Italian-American style. When I was a child, my parents piled their five kids into the station wagon and traveled over small road bridges, through the Belt Parkway and into Brooklyn where Grandma lived. Wafts of warmth and garlic could be breathed in as we climbed the stairs to her second… Continue reading The Macaroni Tradition