And if you grew up in a Roman Catholic Italian house like I did, it meant everybody got dressed up and went to nine o'clock mass, stopping at the bakery on the way home to buy sweet stuff for breakfast (always after church - never before) and for after dinner, and of course bread for our Sunday night dinner with all of the family, including - but not limited to - all the Grandparents and maybe a few aunts, uncles and cousins.
The pot of gravy (not sauce) started with my Mother browning off sausage and a pork chop or two, and the ever-present meatballs. Dinner would be at 4:00 or 4:30 (never later) and, all things said, done and eaten, the grown-up table would carry on well into the evenings with desert and coffee (and maybe a little sambuca), and the parents playing one card game or another - gin rummy or canasta, maybe even some pinnochle, but never bridge - that was reserved for Saturday nights. Great memories....
Sundays were as above, except the Catholic kids at St Charles de Borromeo in Woburn MA school HAD to go to the 0900 Childrens Mass and sit with your class, and the angry penguins took attendance.
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