by Jeanne X
In our family of three kids, I was the youngest. There was a vast age
difference between all of us. My brother was 20 years older and my sister was
12 years older then me. So I was the bratty little sister...who was in the
middle of everything.
My sisters friends were always at the house. They would sit in a circle so
they could whisper their little secrets so my mom and pop wouldn't hear them.
But since I was the little kid, no one paid attention to me and so I sat in
the middle of them, listening to every word they said. I didn't ever tell on
them because it wasn't very interesting to a little kid. Mostly about smoking
or boyfriends. This is probably where I got most of my early education on
subjects that were over my head.
One day, Anna, one of the friends, decreed that they'd start calling me
"Parsley" because I was always in the middle of everything. As all Italians
know, parsley is put into virtually every recipe in Italian cooking.
Over the years, I had forgotten this phrase and only remembered it years
later, when I happened upon Anna at a function. She asked if I still
remembered what they called me. She used the Italian word for parsley which is
prezzemolo, and it all came back to me in a flash.