The first part of planning any event in my family starts with one question, “What are we gonna eat?” And what’s the point of celebrating anything if there isn’t a massive amount of food involved?
So as this past Mother’s Day approached I asked the moms in my life(Mom, wife, sister) what they would like to gorge themselves on for their day of days. My sister Nicole, replying first, said her “Wildest Mother’s Day food dream is an Italian spread. Like a Jersey Shore Sunday dinner where you have to unbutton your pants halfway through.”, followed by more graphic descriptions of being fed meatballs while laying down and being worshiped like a Roman Goddess. Being as she is the most recent mom in the family, breastfeeding, and therefore the hungriest, everyone else agreed that her idea was the best and I set out planning a feast fit for the queens these moms are.
Normally, I would just do all the shopping and cooking, then have my dad and brother-in-law pay me back, but being a new mom(read: Housedad) myself I decided to delegate some of the shopping and prep to them instead, and it couldn’t have worked out better.
It’s amazing how less stressful cooking copious amounts of food can be when you relinquish some control. But if I’m being real, it was just a little control, I can’t let that shit go completely or the whole world might fall apart. Right guys???
As most family holidays go at home, we ended up eating an hour later than planned, but as you can see the food was well worth the wait. My brother in law, Danny, brought some amazing hand-carved wooden bowls he picked up from a friend who was foolishly giving them away, which really added to the rustic, home-style feel of the meal.
Overall, the mom’s said they had a great day and a meal worth the carb coma that inevitably followed. The only thing missing was an Italian Grandma’s seal of approval, but I guess I’ll have to wait to check that off my bucket list.