Whether one’s image of an Italian pranzo comes from Italian films like Fellini’s Amarcord, or from films like The Godfather, that bridge the Italian and Italo-american cultures, the image is consistent: a complicated crowd of an extended Italian family, arranged around an endless table set up in a garden under a grape-arbor, with heaping plate after heaping plate of steaming pastas and meats and vegetables arriving as though delivered on a cloud, the kitchen off-stage, along with the host of cooking grandmothers, mothers, aunts and girl-children rapt by the mystery of food preparation. Pranzo was certainly never meant to be eaten on the run. Note the three-hour pausa/riposo/siesta built into the Italian work-day from 1:30 until 4:30 to ensure the kind of leisure required to eat and digest a good meal. Even school children come home for pranzo, their school day cut short by American standards. Who cares if that means they have to go to school on Saturdays! A proper meal is important.