What 'fare la scarpetta' means to me

a story about my family

My father told me a story the other day. It was one about my grandfather that I never heard before.

My grandfather worked in the fields in southern Lazio in Italy just before WWII. For lunch, a woman would make a giant pot of maccheroni to feed everyone. It was first come, first serve, and there were a lot of workers. My grandfather wasn’t fast enough to…