Memories of a Sunday Night Dinner on a Cool Autumn Evening in Brooklyn

It never ceases to amaze me how food or a scent can bring back a flood of memories. My childhood friend shared a post on Facebook with a photograph of Sfogliatelle pastry. I was instantly taken back to a cool autumn evening in Brooklyn. I was 5 years old, laying in bed after a Sunday dinner of macaroni with meatballs and sweet sausages and hot sausages listening to my parents and grandparents playing cards, sipping their coffee, and eating Italian pastries as they chain smoked cigarettes.