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For me, bel canto is medicine for the voice.
When we go somewhere in New York, I'm known as Mr. Savini.
All my fans, especially my Latino fans and Nicaraguan fans, I promise you I will become world champion. After I become world champion Piccirillo can go back to Italy and make pizza or pasta or whatever it is he does over there.
I don't speak Italian, but I do speak Moschino,
Scamorza, an Italian curd cheese often labelled 'smoked mozzarella,' melts fantastically well.
Do not pursue with the terrible scourge him who deserves a slight whip.
[Lat., Ne scutica dignum horribili sectere flagello.]
You cannot resist the encanto!
To Hell with the cherub! roared Comandante Marescotti.
South.
'But no name?,
'No, Guido. But I'll keep
Montovani? They play Montovani to insomniacs that don't respond to strong drugs
I love you, Sir Marco!
Rico Gear. What a great-sounding name. He sounds like a drug dealer from Brazil.
Hey, my spaghetti's moving!" cried Mr. Twit, poking around in it with his fork.
"It's a new kind," Mrs. Twit said, taking a mouthful from her own plate which of course had no worms. "It's called Squiggly Spaghetti. It's delicious. Eat it up while it's nice and hot.
Who the *&^$* is "Paolo"?Paolo-- Daniel Way
Lente, lente currite, noctis equi. Translation: Run slowly, slowly, horses of the night.
He was Pinocchio to my Gepetto.
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)
Tad Christopher in the Tango kitchen with real whipped cream?" "Sounds like Gay Clue, doesn't it?
E quindi uscimmo a riveder le stelle" ("and thence we came forth to see again the stars")
Jocko likes salty, Jocko likes sweet, but never bring Jocko any hot sauce, like with jalapenos, because it makes Jocko squirt funny-smelling stuff out his ears.
Gabriel Toscano. Damn. Even his name was sexy.
prestidigitator,
jose jaliopinio on a stick" do you like bmw's (big mexican weman)
It's a poorboy sanditch,' Roland said. 'With lots of mayo, whatever that is. I'd want a sauce that didn't look quite so much like come, myself, but may it do ya fine.
What is a potto?"
"It is a little furry creature that sleeps all day with its head between its legs and then walks about very, very slowly all night, high in the trees, slowly eating leaves and creeping up on birds as they roost and eating them too.
Repetita iuvant. Italy, a land of great saints, poets, sailors, artists, statesmen, businessmen, lawyers, intellectuals, professors, journalists, whores, gangsters, religious parasites and dickheads.
Fantastique, 'Dream of a Witches' Sabbat'. "Though
Oh dear, is that a skunk?" Leonora asked.
"No," Alessandro gasped in horror. "No the smelly cat!"
"I've told you, Alessandro darling, they aren't cats."
"They look like cats. Like the big fluffy cat she's been stepped on and flattened to a big fluffy pancake cat," Alessandro argued.
In any city or town, you can find a good, rocking Italian place. The most unhealthy thing on the menu? I'll have two of those!
Ego non baptiso te in nomine ... but make out the rest yourself.
Festina lente may well be his motto
O honorable strumpet
Sta come torre ferma, che non crolla
Giammai la cima per soffiar de' venti.
Be steadfast as a tower that doth not bend its stately summit to the tempest's shock.
Hey Tony [Schiavone], I'm glad to see you back, especially after seeing your front.
Vede insieme l'uno e l'altro polo,
Le stelle vaghe e lor viaggio torto;
E vedi, 'I veder nostro quanto e corto.
(You see both poles at once, the travelling stars in their winding courses, and you see just how limited our seeing really is.)
Muy Peligroso!" Bernie's choices had become as limited as the Taco Bell menu. Reason and blood had left the building, heading south, faster than reprobates to Florida." - Shark Fin Soup 2015
Hortense. We broke
I sweet potato what I sweet potato.
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.
Percy pizza with extra olives.
Will not the Senorita trust me?"
Ramona smiled faintly through her tears. "Yes," she said. "I will trust you. You are Alessandro, are you not?"
"Yes, Senorita," he answered, greatly surprised, "I am Alessandro.
If I was going to have this conversation, I was going to need my good friends Pinot and Grigio.
For me, Romesco is one of the greatest sauces in the world.
The Silver Spoon, the best-selling Italian cookbook of the last 50 years.
hot, dirty, and multi-orgasmic kind. "Cavolo,
I am old, I am fat, but I am still Tetrazzini.
It's not the pizza, darlin', its my masculine presence.
Joe Morelli
Sleep, ladies. I will be your St. Florian." Tomaso
Good-bye bilauta
As we hoped, our kids began to learn Italian. One day Isaac sat down to dinner, looked at the plate of pasta we'd prepared, made a face, and said, "Che schifo!" a vulgar expression meaning "Gross!" We were so proud.
Fiorito has all the right stuff. His splendid memoir about his relationship with his dying father belongs on that small shelf with Philip Roth's Patrimony and Frank McCourt's Angela's Ashes.
Man, who don't like spaghetti?
Come t'e' picciol fallo amaro morso! Dante. What grievous pain a little fault doth give thee!
My name is Giovanni Giorgio , but everybody calls me Giorgio.
Giannine
What are they going to do: smack me on the head with a pamplet?
Cagliari central defender Comunardo Niccolai became celebrated for his ability to score bizarre own goals in the 1960s, so much that self inflicted problems in general are often referred to as 'Niccolai-like'.
I am Massimo Bottura. I close my eyes and I want to understand where I am, cooking is about emotion, it's about culture, it's about love, it's about memory.
Like millions of others, he mockingly calls himself, in evocative modern street slang, a diaosi, the term for a loser that literally translates as "male pubic hair".
Whoever is not too wise is wise.
[Lat., Quisquis plus justo non sapit, ille sapit.]
a Sicilian grandma is a formidable opponent
I just sat there, craving gelato.
Che sanza speme vivemo in disio.
That without hope we live in desire.
Tattletales, and those who listen to their slander, by my good will, should all be hanged. The former by their tongues, the latter by their ears.
[Lat., Homines qui gestant, quique auscultant crimina, si meo arbitratu liceat, omnes pendeant gestores linguis, auditores auribus.]
Perdonare
"Forgive Yourself)
I prefer more spicy food to your Italian to be fair.
Fettuccine Alfredo is dangerous for your health.
The secret is that I am Italian.
How do you say 'bring me sausage and eggs or I'll slit your throat' in Italian?"
"Look it up in the phrase book.
Luceo Non Uro. 'I shine, not burn,
My voice is not so much 'bel canto' as 'can belto'.
I want to be inside Nic Pizzolatto's brain.
Sweet potato fries
Snooty high heels.
And I'm so obsessed with my pursuit of the perfect cappuccino that I spent $6,000 on an exquisite La Marzocco coffee machine, which I imported from Florence.
Paola Calvetti takes readers on a delicious trip through Italy, books, letters and love, reminding us all of the joys of a completely compelling read."
Cathie Beck, author of Cheap Cabernet: A Friendship
the Roman satirical daily, Il Don Pirlone ('Mr Dickhead',
On Napoli, Elena Ferrante is more ferocious than Roberto Savino.
Sugartown Sugartown Sugartown Sugartown.
I like to make pasta with puttanesca sauce and arugula salad.
Retire me to my Milan, where
Every third thought shall be my grave.
It is such a comfort to nestle up to Michael Angelo Sanzio Raphael when one is in trouble. He is such a grand tree. He has an understanding soul. After I talked with him and listened unto his voice, I slipped down out of his arms.
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.
Well, yeah. You said you wanted Italian. See. Chef Boyardee. He makes one the best stuff. (Tabitha)
So... Italian gelato. Take the deliciousness of a regular ice-cream cone, times it by a million, then sprinkle it with crushed-up unicorn horns.
My favorite thing is Spaghetti with white clam sauce anywhere on the Amalfi Coast or the Tuscan Coast.
You are a hole in my life, a black hole. Anything I place there cannot be returned. I miss you terribly. Ci vedremo lassu, angelo.
Whiz Galliano whip whip the Armani In the drip drip lick lick like a lolly
A pox on both his testicles! (Esperetta)
Attraversiamo (meaning "Lets cross over" in Italian)
Japanese chase-away juice." And
So this pesto I enjoy so much is really an infamous Italian antisupernatural weapon?
That Reyes Farrow boy.
Polenta is to northern Italy what bread is to Tuscany, what pasta is to Emilia-Romagna and what rice is to the Veneto: easy to make, hungry to absorb other flavours, and hugely versatile.
Spira, spera.
(breathe, hope)
A crier of green sauce.
The werehyena Casanova strikes again.
Ready...set-y...spaghetti!
Italian cooking again. The power of the "pinch of death" has
This is the great evil in wine, it first seizes the feet; it is a cunning wrestler.
[Lat., Magnum hoc vitium vino est,
Pedes captat primum; luctator dolosu est.]
Together he [Girolamo Savonarola] and his archenemy Lorenzo [de' Medici] would have been the stuff of gargoyles. One could almost imagine the diptych in which their profiles confronted each other, their noses as powerful as their personalities.