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Are_we_sure ago

There's nothing bizarre about this.

I grew up in an Italian neighborhood​ where it was no uncommon to buy bread in one store, meat in another, cheese in a third and vegetables in yet a different store. This was routine. As was Sunday dinner. Which happened around noon and lasted for hours as friends and cousins would stop by to visit all afternoon long. After church, a big pot of red sauce would be started and by the afternoon it would be filled with meatballs and sausages and you'd have enough bread for sandwiches for any late comers.

My Mom had a big old 7 quart oval French enamel pot she got from her grandmother just for this purpose.

Nothing bizarre about this