Yes I am. My grandparents were both Italian. Every Thanksgiving with them my grandma cooked a HUGE dinner with so many Italian sides. I miss her cooking. She died about 8 years ago, but the grandma I knew "died" over 20 years ago when she developed dementia. I haven't had her cooking since I was a teen. I'm in my 40's now.
Sorry about your grandmother. But sounds like you have great memories. The big Italian feasts ended before I joined my husband's family, but it was when his uncle was still alive and they went to his house. They talk about those dinners as legendary.
Your implication was somehow disposable meant lesser than (edited: coffee kicked is, leave it on a better note instead).
NOT true, and pretty demeaning on the face of it. For me, it's part of the whole endeavor of offering hospitality and welcoming guests; the extra effort is because they are worth it. Whether they recognize it or not isn't my goal, or the point. I go out of my way because the occasions are special and I feel honored to have them. I don't resent doing it, don't have any secret or overt hostility towards the people that come and don't spend a second before or after, *****ing about how much unappreciated work it all is.