I remember as a child when things that were so basic meant so much. When you went to the neighborhood butcher, the local baker and bread guy, when you needed gas there was somebody there to filler up, when your TV went on the blink and the TV repairman would come over with that little mirror. I can remember being over my grandmothers house every Sunday to eat Macaroni and a bunch of other Italian delicacies and hanging with my cousins, walking over to this amazing candy store and thinking how wild it was to be in a room with all this candy, a store dedicated to sugar! When you called a business you actually talked to a live person. You knew your neighbors and you hung out with there kids and you stayed out all day til your mother would yell your name and you went running home to eat dinner. When a mother was a person you loved and respected and feared... spending time at home with family was important. I remember coming home from school when i was little and my mother would give me some milk and cookies and i would go watch my favorite TV shows.Whatever nationality you are, if you grew up in the 60's and 70's in a middle class American neighborhood, we have a lot in common. These are the things America is missing now. "good old American values" living in LA. for the last 20 years, i noticed that well, everybody is from someplace else and when certain holidays come around you can see the kid come out in people. They get excited when they talk about when they were little and the foods they would eat at there table. They reflect to a time when things were easy. No bills, no worries and we just thought everything was perfect. I salute our parents for covering these things up. Even thought we have a very technological world and everything is at our fingertips (and i am fine with that, i think it is fantastic.) we as adults and parents and friends need to pass some of our "Good old American values" to the kids of today. When I opened up Cannoli Kings Catering, I swore i would run it the way i remember the neighborhood guy did, i would answer the phone, get back to you and help you get what your looking for and in a city of 9 million i was able to create my little piece of my neighborhood. Like I said, living in LA., everybody is from somewhere else and if your not going home for the holidays call me and let us make your favorite dish, now i know it won't taste exactly like your moms but we have a hell of a time trying. Whoever is reading this must be saying "all these typos". Hey that's who we are, the most politically incorrect catering company in Los Angeles and we are going to stay that way. All i can say is with all the Facebook, Myspace,Twitter and so on, remember to smile, shake hands and say hello and you don;t have to log in to do that! I would love to hear some stories about when you were little. Can you please send me some? remember! call me if you need something! Your neighborhood catering company in all of Southern California and NY. Catering Los Angeles is no easy job, but "I Love It"!
Hey Bro, Ken H. here,
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I remember pig roasts when my Dad was stationed in Puerto Rico at Ramey AFB. Man, it seems like his squadron used to do those at least once a month! Those were good times for a kid. We watched all our fathers manning the spit, turning the pig for 30-45 minutes each (didn't have the auto-turners back then). When the pig was close to being done, they would call everyone in and the games would begin. My favorite was the coin crawl: There was a big pile of sawdust (and I mean big---3 to 4 feet high and 7 to 8 feet wide) in which the parents would throw coins--silver dollars, half-dollars, quarters, nickels...the works! When the folks yelled "go", all us kids would dive in that pile of sawdust and search for as many coins as we could get. After the games were over, the feast commenced. Good, good times! BTW, my favorite was the tail; all us kids would fight for it...ummm, it was crispy!