Growing up, everything happened around a dining table- it was the centerpiece of every home in my family. It was the one place where my very big, Italian-American family could come together, amongst laughter, joy, differences and arguments and agree on one thing- food. In between courses, cards were played and dice were rolled. Hours would pass and memories were made, collected and archived by the dining table, to be revisited again in conversation at the next meal.

Jennifer Paccione Angulo