One thing that’s missing from Italian food culture.
I’m just dropping in today for a minute to BLOW YOUR MIND. Ready?
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“His name is Tony. He’s from Milano. He whispers softly in my ear in Italiano.”
I am back from my recent adventure, and I am overwhelmed by the quantity of material that warrants this blog’s attention and your comments. Take, for example, Tony.
The BEST small town summer festa in Italy: Sagra di Fossa
Fossacaprara, in the province of Cremona, is a little town that leaves a big impression. Get ready for August 22nd and the summer festa to end all summer feste.
The case of the mysterious blue underwear.
The super stealth detective skills of yours truly, put to the test in the ultimate question: “did my Italian man cheat on me?”
That Befana is one sneaky witch.
A look into the gifts of the Befana and her sneaky, witchy ways.
A collection of Italian themed marketing campaigns to make you cringe.
What do you think – unfairly perpetuating Italian stereotypes or cleverly playing on what some view as Italy’s charm?
‘The Pointy Elbow Incident’ and my Market Day Game Plan response.
Wednesday is market day here in our little town. Yesterday, as I was sharpening my elbows in preparation, I started to reflect on the naïvety with which I approached my first market day almost five years ago.
