I had long wanted to visit Sant’Andrea Apostolo dello Ionio, my father's birthplace. Though I had learned much from my grandparents, who shared with me many of their wonderful memories over the years, in order to truly understand their story, I needed to witness life in and around Sant’Andrea for myself.
This pecorino has a past. In the late ’60s, Uncle Al, hoping that he could tame the odor, wrapped and rewrapped several round slabs Poppy had requested and stuffed them in a bag. The cheese went through Customs safely. His clothes that shared the bag, however, had to be thrown out. No matter how many [...]
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=urg8G4itF3A] Not to be intimidated, Uncle Bruno did what I considered to be unthinkable just hours earlier and ventured down the alley in our Fiat Panda. I shouldn’t have been surprised. He is a former Marine, after all. Make sure to watch till the end.
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tMXS-njYV5M] The last time Uncle Bruno visited Sant’Andrea, the trip up the mountains to the old monastery in Serra San Bruno took more than 3 hours. There was no paved road — only a bumpy dirt path better suited for dune buggies than toy cars. Must have been lots of fun with Poppy in the [...]
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=reZbBVXoEvM] After our dip, Nino expressed surprised that we survived the treacherous November waters. “The last guy had a heart attack,” he said. Or at least I think that’s what he said.
Monday, December 31, 2007
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