Modenesi 14.01.2009 14:52:05

Fin dal lontano 1948 non c'è pace in Palestina. L'odio va oltre l'amore per i propri figli e in Italia si da ragione solo ai Palestinesi. (Vedi Santoro Annunziata) Bisogna avere il coraggio di non fare demagogia e far si che veramente torni la pace.

I will say that I appreciate the saesonal dining of most Italians. I had a Croat roommate who insisted on heating goulash in sweltering mid-Atlantic heat. That's how they do it in the motherland, too: I'll never forget rail-thin Macedonians wolfing down multiple courses of meat and potatoes during a summer seminar in Ohrid as I listlessly forced a few leaves of cold cabbage down.

Putting the lie to the fact that all Italians north of the Po just subsist year-round on poetnla, a certain Rovigotta I know attests that her grandmother's weekly cooking of massive amounts of chicken broth from scratch has left her with enduring memories of the smell of marrow. They're not all pleasant it's hard for me to get her to eat the ossobuco I was happy to learn to make in Milan. All along the Adigetto, from Badia out the Delta, tortellini in brodo are eaten as a primo, rain or shine, torrid afa or bone-chilling fog, all year round. No exceptions. You don't like it? Get thee to Padua and dine on bigoli.