Prince or Pauper?
Growing up Italian-American
I came out of the womb eating homemade raviolis and marinated artichoke hearts. This wasn’t considered fancy: these were peasant farmers. This is what they did: work, sweat, grow, harvest, prepare, eat.
Not everything that isn’t McDonalds is fancy.
I’m not talking about my parents, but my grandparents. My parents were already half way…