Momma & I have been talking about what recipes we will cook the next time I come to RI. Top of the list is her escarole & bean soup. I haven't had it in years, but it truly is a classic. I want to serve it at my recipe tasting party(still no name) in June so, I better get my ass to my grandmother's house to learn her version of it.

When she heard about my interest in that recipe she said in the funniest voice ever, "You know that you'll have terrible gas after eating it, don't you? I told her that I wanted to serve it to about 8 people at my party & she laughed & told me to open lots of windows & have plenty of fans ready to move the air around. Our conversation went down the toilet(pun intended) from there. My family always talks about gas, farts & the like even at the dinner table. Our secret is out! Thank goodness that Tom's not easily offended because on his first visit with my relatives he awoke to Momma's twenty questions, "Did you sleep well? Was it warm enough in your room? How do you like you eggs? What do you put in your coffee? Did you move your bowels today? Honey(my grandfather) bring down the prune juice! Tom hasn't pooped yet!" Being raised around all of that probably explains why I absolutely love toilet humor. I think it's the most hilarious thing in the universe. Tom also has quite a fondness for it, which may be one of the reasons why he fits in so well with my family.

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