"Recently I took a friend in a pink shirt to lunch. Insensitively, I led him into a gourmet sandwich shop. Suddenly I saw his face light up as he was confronted with sandwiches named “Padrino” and “Pomodoro” and ingredients like soppressata, capicollo and a striata baguette....
Elizabeth Picciuto
@epicciuto.bsky.social
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Writer. Fiction editor. Philosophy PhD. Rooted cosmopolitan, gardening Jew. Long Islander by birth, nature, and habit.
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I may be biased to local cuisine but a meatball sub has splatter power
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Bastards
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Solidarity!
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It’s the most demoralizing feeling
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Ugh I’m so sorry.
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My wheelchair using kid, who needs to be lifted, is 90 lbs and I call him my kettle ball. But yeah, a 20 lb baby is no work out, especially since they themselves support some of their own weight.
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Basically every sales-y type person who does this also calls me Liz, which is not a name I go by. So my irritation keeps building.
NOTHING gets my hackles up quite like someone I barely know repeatedly using my name in conversation
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Like, it’s shocking how unshocking this is
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Also Love and Death. Auntie Mame, too: “how vivid.”
