Nah, just mutts. One side of the family has a Kilt wearing limey that married a Mick. The other side of the family is a Kilt wearing limey that married a Kraut. Some how in the mix I managed to ended up with an Italian stomach. Go figure.Cosmopolitan, fence climber, what ever. Around here we just call it a "well bred mutt."I am a "fence climber" or a we say in Europe, a COSMOPOLITAN
Cosmopolitan, that has a much more sophisticated ring to it than "fence climber", but in my world the connotation the locals would assign to it would likely be worse than "fence climber"![]()
More muddy than mutty
That's not to say I don't like Corn beef and Cabbage, Mince and Tatties, or Sauerbraten and Spätzle as well as most other foods, but I have a particular liking for Italian. Not Americanized Italian, rather true Italian food. Ribollita, Arancini, Caponata, or Ossobuco. Things you rarely if ever see on an Italian menu here.
In all seriousness I am interested to see what my make up would be. The wife and I have talked about each taking one of those 23 and Me type DNA tests just to see.


