Bianca D’Alessio, Zeta Zeta, Babson College

To be able to really understand who I am, and the beautiful family that has shaped me into the woman I am, you would need to come by for a Sunday dinner. They are a very big deal and everyone in the family attends: grandparents, cousins, godparents, even dogs. Growing up every Sunday dinner was the whole kit and caboodle. Pasta, meatballs, sausage, pork, mozzarella, manicotti, melon, prosciutto, figs; the whole nine. Sadly, as we have all gotten older and moved away, Sunday dinners don’t happen as often, but for holidays things get even crazier. So in order to understand it, I am going to try to paint a picture for you because I am so excited to return home to my fabulous family and our perfect dinners. Disclaimer: I am lucky enough to share rituals with both sides of my family, which usually…