Say polpette, Italian polpette 🙂
Two years ago, when I moved in with my boyfriend, we didn’t have a kitchen in our apartment. We ate all our meals prepared by my suocera (mother in law in Italian). And we ate so much food, maybe even a bit too much.
I’m saying that after I have rounded myself with extra 20 kg. It was not her fault… I simply couldn’t resist her food. Even when I was full, I would find the space for that extra bite. 🙂