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“Nessuno conosce che cosa sta cucinando nella vaschetta meglio di chi fa la mescolatura.”

My grandfather came from Calabria, Italy, in the 1920s. My Grandma was Italian, too, You can imagine what it was like when the extended family got together for Sunday dinner.  It was a food-fest: home-made pasta and sauce, home-baked bread, home-grown veggies. Hmmm. I wrote a poem (in Italian) to honor those memories. It's about food. —LINK