Really, I am. 😯
Ok, I’ll explain. I actually don’t have a drop of Italian blood in my veins. But, ever since I can remember, I’ve always LOVED Italian food. Like if I had a choice between spaghetti, chicken enchiladas, and chili, I would 100% of the time choose spaghetti. Any kind of Italian casserole would catch my eye, and I would always go for the Italian over anything else. However, I never actually realized I was going for just Italian stuff. Pretty much all I was thinking was that I just like the red sauces, ect. That is, until about two years.
It had to be a Divine Revelation to make me realize this, honest. Whenever someone asked me what my favorite food was, I started to reply, “Anything Italian.” That pretty much summed it up! Now, I have become very much so aware that my genes had to have been switched at birth or something because I am totally and completely Italian. No questions asked. Yes, I’m Blonde, no I don’t have an amazing accent, no I’ve never been to Italy, and no, I don’t have any relatives who are Italian. But I am Italian.
Without wavering, if you give me the choice of Italian food versus any other kind, I will still take the Italian. My dream vacation is to Rome. I’m learning the Italian language next year with my studies. And, (haha this one still makes me laugh), my shoulder surgeon is Italian. I have to say that’s the best and most ironic out of all my reasons. See people, I’m just meant to be Italian. My mom has said that I will most likely end up marrying an Italian guy. That would be SO AMAZING. I could totally learn how to cook REAL Italian food!! Oh yeah, another reason why I’m Italian: I have an Italian cookbook stashed in my closet. muahaha
So if you ask me, “What’s your fave food?” you know the answer, “I’m Italian. what kind of food do you think?” haha 😉
Isn’t Italian EVERYTHING just awesome?! If you could be of a different heritage than you are, what would it be, and why?
Well, on a more serious note, I just want to let you know that my Lord and Savior did not make me Italian, and I’m truly okay with that. He made me perfect in His eyes, and I need to be happy with that. Still….Italy is amazing.