Word: neapolitan
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...been here 100 years. Isn't Italian-American culture American culture? That's because we're so diverse, in terms of intermarriage. Most everybody who's Italian is half Italian. Except me. I'm all Italian. I'm mostly Sicilian, and I have a little bit of Neapolitan in me. You get your full dose with...
...food fight, I'll venture to say that Ernesto Cacialli of Pizzaiolo del Presidente, named in honor of former U.S. President and Cacialli pizza fan Bill Clinton, makes the best pizza in Naples, which would also imply the best pizza in the world. He makes the classic thin, crusty Neapolitan pizza with a scrape of smashed tomato and choice of toppings - as do hundreds of other places in town. The most iconic are the margherita (tomato, buffalo mozzarella and basil) and marinara (tomato, garlic, oregano and olive oil). The difference is in Ernesto's wrist: dough-stretching technique is critical...
...Gilbert was going through a painful, sobbing-on-the-bathroom-floor divorce. So she pulled an Under the Tuscan Sun and embarked on a year of travel, divided neatly into thirds like a tub of Neapolitan ice cream. She would visit Italy to explore pleasure, India to study devotion and Indonesia to look into whatever people do in Indonesia ("balance" is her word for it). Then she would write an engaging, intelligent and highly entertaining memoir about it called Eat Pray Love (Viking; 352 pages...
Born in 1889 to a Neapolitan baker named Raffaele Esposito—and some would say perfected at a Cantabrigian restaurant on Winthrop St.—pizza is an unassuming peacemaker with a storied past. There have been other attempts at formulating an unbeatable weapon for peace. Samuel Colt tried in the 1870s with his Colt 45 “Peacemaker” revolver. U.S. scientists tried during the Cold War, with their LGM-188A “Peacekeeper” intercontinental ballistic missile. And George Clooney and Nicole Kidman tried, and failed miserably, in 1997 with their movie...
...like fine art, haute cuisine is only concerned about its own ends, not conventional morality, status or popularity. Like love, it inspires and lifts, isn't rational and is often extravagant, and I'll take it wherever I can find it. That may be in simple fish shacks or Neapolitan pizzerias, but it's most likely to appear in luxurious temples dedicated to its worship, where its high priests present congregants with rich and fragrant offerings. Just one bite, and I'm transported. At those moments, money means nothing to me. I'm grateful to pay for a taste...