I am the only Englishman in our company, we have a lot of Italians, one Albanian and two savage cats. But only one Englishman.
Every year just before Christmas, everyone receives a large Panettone. This is very much like a cross between a soft bread and a fruit cake. And please don’t you Italians get your knickers in a twist over my description because I like them as much as the next
Throughout the year, we play quite a lot of practical jokes on each other. Nobody has yet beat my lesson on English swear words. But they do try.
This morning we all received our Panettone, and I had a little gift prepared for them; ten 200 gram tins of Heinz Spaghetti Bolognese (Spag Bog)
As I reverently, handed them out. I was greeted with amusement, bemusement and the odd remark of “ma que skifo” Marco wanted to know if the pasta in the can was dry and did he have to add water, while Lorenzo discretely tried to abandon his can on the desk.
I tried really hard to convince them that this is how we prefer our Spaghetti Bolognese in England.
Merry Christmas to you all.