Not that I was a picky eater as a child, but mom always made food fun. Today at brunch, I was reminded about my favorite weekend breakfast, egg ‘n dip; simply a sunny side up egg with toast sliced in four, perfectly rectangular pieces. It got me thinking how mom would cut food in all geometric shapes. Even a basic Ellio’s frozen pizza became a puzzle of squares and rectangles, and not just a “boring” slice. This food preparation was essential. That being said, I can never forget the time when Nonna cut my pizza. The horror that was in my sisters’ eyes, as she crisscrossed my Ellio’s the “wrong” way! The slice sat cold on my plate, and I would not eat it.
Looking back, I know the pizza would have been fine, but my mother’s meticulous food preparation is almost a reflection on her parental motto; be precise with everything you do. I think this mantra has been good (and bad) in my own conscious development. Who knew that cutting a pizza would lead to my Type A personality!
