“You did,” she said, before smiling at him. She moved over to the items, chopping the celery finely, before making stuffed meatballs. “Thank you, it's technically my grandmother's recipe from Rome...but Mom changed it up for more American tastes,” she said with a smile, remembering Nana Sofia’s constant complains that they were forgetting their roots, even as she ate the spaghetti by the bowlful.
She added the meatballs to the tomato sauce, gently stirring them, before tossing the noodles into the pot she had used to boil the tomatoes in. “So what's your favorite food?” she asked, looking at him.