
A Florida Scarf first.
I don’t always feel comfortable bragging about how Italian I can be but…
My last name is Geraci. (now that I am married)
I have olive skin.
I grew up with spaghetti dinners every Monday night.
I know a good slice of pizza, hoagie, or cheesesteak when I see one.
I have lived at the Jersey Shore.
I know how to pronounce the word capicola.
I never miss a trip to the hair salon.
I serve Sambuca in a snifter with three coffee beans.
I know a Mikey, and a Frankie, and a Tony, and a Joey.
I can open, and empty, a bottle of red wine by myself with no problem.
I keep my sewing supplies in an old cookie tin.
When I was little I definitely had a crush on Scott Baio.
I know the difference between gravy and sauce…
And even though she was Irish, I was taller than my grandma by the time I was 7, God rest her soul.
That being said I did a little special order for my brethren…

I know. It kinda makes you wish you were Italian too.