I was warned in advance, don’t sit beside any Italian Mamma at the dinner table; they will continuously shovel spoonfuls of food on your plate. “Mangia! Mangia! Too skinny… you need to eat!” It was the summer of 2003, one of the most scorching summers in Italy’s record the first time I met Grazia, my adorable Italian mother-in-law. It was that night that I realized we Americans have a stereotypical obsession with ketchup!