It’s no secret that growing up in a huge Irish, Catholic family can give you control issues when it comes to sitting down at the kitchen table.
Even though I was one of eight kids, I refused to battle my brothers for the last pork chop at dinner. It simply was never worth it. Now, fighting over a big, huge chunk of chocolate cake? …that was another issue that I care to discuss before I put my dukes and prepare to fight them.
Life is all about chocolate. My mama told me so!