It was kind of awesome. It was a lot of work and a lot of hours, but it was our family, our norm. You know, even on Christmas growing up, we’d be working. But it felt normal.
It was funny, my first day of work, my Dad brought me in and he made me clean the toilet bowl. Because he wanted to show that just because I was his son, I didn’t get special treatment. And he wanted me to know what it was like to be the guy who had to clean the bathroom. But after that, it was little things like cracking the eggs for the mix or scooping out the flour and sugar. Filling up cannolis for Grandma.
I actually remember the first time I filled a tray of cannolis by myself. I was young, I had to be 11 or 12, and I didn’t fill them up all the way. Nobody checked, because no one was watching me I guess. I did a whole pan and my Dad had to go back with a spoon and refill all of them.