While I was at Nonna's the other day I figured out where I get it from.
"You hungry Jane (my name is Jen)? You want something to eat?"
"No thanks, Nonna. I just ate."
"Jane, you sure?"
There she pauses. She is not satisfied with my responses. By the furrow in her brow I can tell she is thinking, planning her next move. She figures it out; her faces brightens up. She thinks she's slick.
"Jane, you wanna just one meatball?"
One meatball! She knows once you have one the next step is an entire bowl of pasta. And in Nonna's mind there is no turning down meatballs, plus just one cannot hurt.
"I'm fine, Nonna."
"Jane, are you okay?"
Its trip to the hospital worthy to turn down a meatball. That old Sicilian woman is just too much! I know where I get it from. I am going to really try hard not to be a food nagger. Its so hard though! One meatball!