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If I'm gonna get my balls blown off for a word, my word is poontang.
One can rarely say enough about the kindness of Italians. One is always treated as a human being who needs unpredictable things - like a moment by oneself with a bottle on the beach. They have a true gift for what can only be called spontaneous delicacy.
When you're in Portuguese-African Brazil, or Lisbon, or Mozambique, sometimes piri piri is used as a condiment. Sometimes piri piri is just spices from a jar, and sometimes it's made with garlic, olive oil, cilantro, parsley, and some light chilies.
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Porfirio Rubirosa.
Hey, I just thought of something."
"What?"
"When we're together, we make one whole Italian.
wup-wup-wup" - Pil and Popo
Sameron adion aso
I shall sing a sweeter song tomorrow
His Tender Roni.
Perdonare
"Forgive Yourself)
Parineeta is a classic love story.
What does Karl Marx put on his pasta? Communist Manipesto!
The Silver Spoon, the best-selling Italian cookbook of the last 50 years.
Luceo Non Uro. 'I shine, not burn,
My name is Skippito Friskito. (clap-clap)
I fear not a single bandito. (clap-clap)
My manners are mellow,
I'm sweet like the Jell-o,
I get the job done, yes indeed-o. (clap-clap)
Piragua - cold syrup trickled over crushed ice - her favorite treat from her childhood in Viejo San Juan.
RON BRACKIN'S TEXAS GLOSSARY "Peccadello" n. roadkill.
Ignazio Michele Vitale," I say playfully, intentionally flubbing the middle name, just to get more of a rise out of him. "I can't believe you were singing a song from the eighties."
"You were seeing things.
Me Tarz-tosterone; You Estro-Jane
Lorenzo Gambini, I presume? Or would you prefer to be called - "
"Sir," I cut in before he can say Scar. "You can call me sir, if it gives you the tingles. Otherwise, let's just stick with Gambini.
Mr. Bucchino occupies a special niche. His flowing, finely made piano ballads describe an urban single life in which relationships come and go ... with high expectations, high anxiety and open hearts.
Sicily is paradise. I live in paradise. Now pass the pasta please.
In the Italian kitchen, ingredients are not treated as promising but untutored elements that need to be corrected through long and intricate manipulation and refined by the ultimate polish of a sauce.
Sonia met my eyes in the mirror. 'You know, people come to Italy for all sorts of reasons, but when they stay its for the same two things.' 'What?' 'Love and gelato.' 'Amen,' Howard said.
The Lazio fans always stop [at the bakery] on their way home from the stadium to stand in the street for hours, leaning up against their motorcycles, talking about the game, looking macho as anything, and eating cream puffs.
I love Italy.
I love making Italian food. And coconut chicken.
I want a baby from an Italian - possibly Sicilian - donor.
Mama Ganache chocolate
Dorkangelo" - Marc Hunter
He who talks much cannot always talk well.
[It., Chi parla troppo non puo parlar sempre bene.]
I want to be inside Nic Pizzolatto's brain.
panchitos, blacks,
I'm Pate," the other said, "like the pig boy.
Who can ever be alone for a moment in Italy? Every stone has a voice, every grain of dust seems instinct with spirit from the Past, every step recalls some line, some legend of long-neglected lore.
Antoine, you have a phone call." Chef Fanelli
Ti amo. Esisti solo tu per me." I love you. You're the only one for me. "You're my pleasure, my sanity, my calmness, my home. My positive counterpart in every negative characteristic I own.
I love Italian food but that's too generic a term for what's available now: you have to narrow it down to Tuscan, Sicilian, and so on.
Sono pazzo di te," he whispered, leaning forward,
Never go up against a Sicilian when death, is on the line.....ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha..........(thump)
In Positano, I like the San Pietro Hotel, which is run by a friend whose family has owned the hotel for more than 100 years.
I love being Italian.
porcini-asparagus
boron - boro
Whenever I can, in my study, on the subway, in bed before going to sleep, I immerse myself in Italian. I enter another land, unexplored, murky. A
My goodness carina mia, you are so thin. You do not eat enough. Mangia, mangia, mangia! [Alicia's Italian mother's view of her daughter.]
They make their fortune who are stout and wise,
Wit rules the heavens, discretion guides the skies.
[Lat., Che sovente addivien che'l saggio e'l forte.
Fabro a se stesso e di beata sorte.]
Dattebayo! (Do you get what I am saying?!)
muted tones of puce--the color of tongue and bologna
My name actually is Francesco Castaluccio.
My all-time favourite classic use of ricotta is in gnudi: fluffy, cheesy dumplings of almost ethereal, feathery lightness.
I had a very simple life growing up in the farm country outside of Perugia, and biscotti and warm milk with a tiny bit of coffee were a big part of my morning ritual before walking to school.
Chef Matt Accarrino has the best pasta in San Francisco, and Shelley Lindgren is one of my favorite sommeliers. Their attention to detail in the service, food, and amazing wines will blow anyone away.
I make the best eggplant parmigiana. Except maybe my mother. The way she makes it is delicious. If I told you how, I'd have to kill you.
Te Papa Museum is brilliant.
Rosie Germaine Mole.
Thou Paradise of exiles, Italy!
I don't know where we are, but we'll soon find our way home! Le avventure di Pinocchio
Pavarotti is not vain, but conscious of being unique.
The Japanese Mafia. Tell me something, Jason, you ever hear anyone describe our thing as 'The Sicilian Yakuza'? Huh?
Being Italian, I have a very special relationship with the culinary arts. One my projects was to share Italian cultural food with my colleagues.
I do know what my first meal in the next world would be ... Spaghetti Aglio e Olio, heavy on everything.
I am a pupil of Pissarro.
I have a lot of connection to Pataudi. I have spent a lot of time there and I love the place very much, but at no point, do I consider myself a Nawab.
I want you to know how I feel about my Italian heritage, so I'd like to say a few words in Italian: Verdi, Pavarotti, DiMaggio, Valentino, De Niro, Giuliani ...
No matter what happens, please remember that I love you, hridaya patni. Promise me that you'll remember."
"It's a pet name our father used to call our mother. It means ... wife of my heart.
Italians in particular are seen as either benign and child-like (the sweet old nonna with her meatballs), menacing mobsters, or hyper-sexualized housewives and gigolos; the kind of nourishment I'm looking for doesn't lie in any of these stereotypes.
Roseto Valfortore lies one hundred miles southeast of Rome in the Apennine foothills
poxy shitweasel,
Go to hell, Giovanni."
"Tesoro, take a good look at me. You've already put me there.
Italians love sun, sin, and spaghetti.
I like to make pasta with puttanesca sauce and arugula salad.
Coppi? Is he the one we followed in the Giro del Piemonte? The guy who is as skinny as an asparagus? He doesn't lack courage, I'll give you that, but I think he's kind of fragile.
The Japanese have become so smitten with the Western condiment - its texture as silky as a kimono, its tang as understated as the tang of Zen - that today they have a word for mayonnaise junkie: mayora.
Italians' relationship to food is loving, informal, and gay ...
Landowner of those parts. An archway to one side leads to a church, the Madonna del Carmine - Our Lady of Mount Carmine. Narrow stone steps run up the hillside, flanked by closely clustered two-story stone houses with red-tile roofs. For centuries, the paesani of Roseto
Little Peter's," Soto said.
There's nothing more romantic than Italian food.
I'm a big pasta fan. I'm a big Italian food fan. Anything Italian - I love cheese, mozzarella. Mozzarella is my favorite, so I have to say anything Italian, I'll take it.
There are still a lotta nice Sicilian boys in New Orleans. (A nonna's advice to a zitella.)
the splendid manhood and womanhood of Italy
I am a product of my native land, Tuscany, Italy.
I want to try for another record tomorrow. What was that last kind I had? With the chocolate chunks?"
"Stracciatella."
"I'm naming my first daughter after it."
"Lucky her.
I sometimes feel that more lousy dishes are presented under the banner of pate than any other.
Sometime to be called Pavarotti is not always an advantage.
Devo farmi le ossa is how they say it in Italian. I need to make my bones.
I suppose that Italy must always lie like some lovely sunken island at the bottom of all passionate dreams, from which at the flood it may arise; the air of it is charged with subtle essences of romance. One supposes Italy must be organized for the need of lovers.
I don't profess to be Luciano Pavarotti, but I can hold a tune.
Che sanza speme vivemo in disio.
That without hope we live in desire.
Come t'e' picciol fallo amaro morso! Dante. What grievous pain a little fault doth give thee!
Agapa Know what that is?Agapa-- Frank Corso
Johnny Vassilaros is the man who has created the finest cup of coffee ever served in the city of New York.
And I will capture your minds with sweet novelty.
[Lat., Dulcique animos novitate tenebo.]
Imagine," she said, after registering, "a whole city of gorgeous Italian guys. They can say anything to me, and it'll be sexy."
"You'll be so easy," Rashmi said. "Would you like-ah to order-ah the spa-ghe-tti? 'Oh, do me, Marco!
Don't say Fili, sister. Say Pili. In Tagalog, pili means to choose. Pino means fine. Pilipino equals 'fine choice.
For me, there is no better tapa than a really good stuffed olive.
Romesco with asparagus is simple and brilliant.
What about the motorcycle parts?"
"Those belong to my sort-of boyfriend. He's in Italy right now, visiting his family, and I like to have the mess around to remind me of him."
"Oh. So that's why Dante in Italian."
She blushed and looked away. "No. That's why the Italian boyfriend.