One of the nice things about being married to someone from another country (Vito, my husband, is from Puglia, in Italy) is that you get to share each other’s national traditions. That goes for New Year’s Eve too (Hogmanay, here in Scotland). Our Italian tradition is to eat lentils and grapes (not together!) as midnight strikes, as they …
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