According to my DNA test, I am not Italian. but one might think I was and I feel I should be! What, with my Italian convertible Fiat (I mean, pumpkin shaped mini-farm vehicle), my great love of homemade Italian food, my extensive knowledge of Italian wines, my closest friend is even Italian! Oh, and so is my favorite game. Here I sat down to write to you about bocce and how to play it because it is portable, easy, and so much fun. But, it turns out I already wrote about it, four years ago Easter. So I will link that one so that you can see the details and photos of my little Maryjane as a two year old ball runner.
This year for Easter the kids all came down to Pueblo. We took the dusty bag of bocce balls from the shed and set them on the front porch. For some reason, we haven’t taught Reed (who has been in the family three years and is Italian!) how to play yet. Maryjane threw the small white ball (the jack) and then ran off to play. Aunt Bree opted to hold Ayla so the teams would be even. We played on the side of the house, a bit more demure than we usually are. We tend to like to throw the thing into ravines and over small hills. Andrew and Emily were deep in conversation the whole time, but still managed to win.
Do pick up a set of Bocce if you see it at sporting good stores or garage sales. The game is great for picnics, family get-togethers, or just with two people, a glass of limoncello, and a dusky summer night.