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Mi Dispiace, il Pranzo Era il Mio (I’m Sorry, The Lunch Was Mine)

September 23, 2016

I have been torturing myself with Duolingo lately.  It’s a website where you can learn another language. For the past 40 years I have been trying (clearly not hard) to learn Italian.

This week possession has been making me miserable because I can’t tell the difference between him and her.  I’m learning handy phrases like: “Il gatto beve il suo latte,”
which means the cat drinks his/or her milk. This is very confusing to the cat and me.  I am also learning things like, “Lo squalo mangia pesce,” which means the shark eats fish. These phrases will both come in handy when I cat sit for Italians or visit Sea World with my relatives.

Tonight I was learning, “Io mangio i tuoi panini,” which means, I eat your sandwiches. That got me thinking about sandwiches. Then I was talking to my brother, Bernie and we started reminiscing about the sandwiches my mom used to make for our school lunches. (No Tunnos can ever have a conversation without the subject turning to food – a scientific fact.)

cotto-salamiThat’s why I’m compelled to apologize (47 years late) to my fellow students in fourth period Algebra in New Brighton Junior high in 1970-71. You guys were doing your best to concentrate on Algebra I when suddenly the aroma of cooked salami assaulted your nostrils.

Algebra 1 was taught in my home room, by Mrs. Russo. Thank God she was Italian – or was married to one. I prayed that people thought it was her cooked salami sandwiches that stunk up the place, but I confess, it was mine.  I did my best to wrap the sandwich tight with whatever wrap we had, but no matter what, right around 10:30 or eleven that garlicky, salami smell started and hung in the classroom until lunch.


This is mortadella, one of the true loves of my life. The cooked salami sort of smells like it, only more garlicky.

I remember sheepishly looking around the class as Eau de Cooked Salami wafted out of my desk, into the room, wondering if anyone noticed. You would have had to have been dead –or born without a nose — not to notice, but no one ever said anything, at least not to me.  This could explain my lack of dates though.

I always thought my mom was an innocent party in this, not knowing how powerful the garlic waft could be in a classroom, but she probably picked the stinkiest thing she could think of to put in my sandwiches, hoping it would keep boys away.  Thanks Mom, it worked like a charm.

Both my brothers said they had the same problem, and Bob — like me, was embarrassed, but Bernie embraced it. He said he used to sit his omelette sandwiches with eggs, cheese, green onion and ham on the radiator so they would be nice and warm by lunch time. And he said mom’s sandwiches on homemade bread were a great bargaining chip. He said he could get anyone to trade sandwiches with him. Which means they could say, Io mangio i tuoi pannino and they’d be right – I think.




  • Reply
    Mary J Tunno
    September 25, 2016 at 3:35 pm

    OHHHH Chas, GARLIC sandwiches??? Eeeeuuu! Was that before or after you got married? God bless ya, wife
    Nancy, . . . . LOL!

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    September 25, 2016 at 7:08 am

    Ha!! I love it! And I love that your brother was warming his sandwich on the radiator. I went to school with the daughter of a baker of a local store brand of Italian bread. She would bring a loaf of the bread and a big jar of Nutella to the lunch table at least a few days a week. You can imagine how many “friends” she had gathered around her at the lunch table on those days!

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      Fran Tunno
      September 25, 2016 at 3:18 pm

      Italians do seem to have a way with friends…I think it’s called food. Thanks for that mental image of Nutella, bread and kids!

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    Fran Tunno
    September 23, 2016 at 8:32 am

    Oh Chas, I do love you! Just make sure Nancy joins you when you chow down, breath doesn’t matter if both of you smell the same! Thanks for making me laugh.

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    Chas Madonio
    September 23, 2016 at 7:10 am

    I have a package of Cotto Salami in my refrigerator at work as we speak. Butter the bread, put a slice of Swiss cheese on the salami and slather it with mustard. My mouth is watering just thinking about it. Talk about bad-for-the-breath foods, I used to make garlic sandwiches.

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