I'm going to visit my Italian grandma today. I'm looking forward to the great 20 course banquet she always prepares.

She calls it brunch. She has an obtuse perception of food............ I once showed her a foot long sub..................... She stuck a toothpick in it and called it a finger sandwich.......................
Going over her house is always stressful because of the huge portions she dishes out. She has what I call "heavy hands". Every time she dishes out some bake ziti onto my plate she says." Tell me when to stop."............ Whenever I say ," Stop.", she continues to dish out 7 to 8 more spoonfuls............... Why does she even ask me ? It's as though she's merely asking for a suggestion. She should just ask, " Tell me when I'll stop whenever the hell I wanna stop !!!" .............How do I get this woman to quit dishing out ziti in time ? .................When she says,"Tell me when to stop.", should I back hand her and say, " Stop!!"?.....I tried that once. .......... To this day I'm finding baked ziti in some strange ...and wonderful places on my body.....

Again, the question---
How early do I need tell her to "Stop" ?.................... That's the burning question that I will tackle during my week long visit with "the heavy handed Italian grandma with the uncontrollable serving response".