I love pizza so much that I don’t think I can live without it. My buddies and I often hang out at places where they serve this cheesy delicious food. It is one of those foods that everyone can relate to and it can easily stir up a conversation; almost like it have a mind of its own. The hot melted cheese smell mixed with the odor of tomato is the strongest aroma produced. The fragrance of pizza in the air brings back good memories.
Customers can feel the love put into every bite made, which is why tourists go in flocks to the city. Also, Rome can be credited for exposing the world to universally known delights such as pizza and pasta. Rome is the place to go for authentic pizza. Legend has it that pizza was created by Roman soldiers who were inspired by Jewish Matzotj in the 18th century. Even to this day, a large proportion of classic pizza parlors in Rome stick to the basic ingredients of tomato sauce accompanied by parsley, focaccia with rosemary paired with sea salt.
Beginning in the 1940s, America’s taste for pizza was ushered in as World War II servicemen stationed in Italy were returning home with cravings for pizza (a tasty replacement for their overseas rations). Upon return of American servicemen to the United States, pizza take-out was available through neighborhood Italian bakeries. Savvy pizza makers wooed American families to their shops with pleasing and aromatic scents of herbs, garlic, and fresh-baked breads. The tantalizing, wholesome aromas permeated neighborhood streets and lured Americans to pizzerias by way of their senses. Once enticed to visit the shop, Americans were further romanced by handsome shopkeepers stationed strategically behind plate glass windows through which they entertained Americans by touting their impressive pizza-tossing skills.
Even when he was not drunk, he was a dark presence that ruled the house. Day after day the pages of the coloring book flipped, driven by an unknown desire to escape the house, she found her-self trapped in. At the tender age of five, Chrissy dreamed of flying with the leaves that blew in front of her window, soaring up into the open sky. Even now as she watched them turn from green to gold. Her favorite season fast approaching.
My bed has meaning to me not only because it 's my bed but because of the person who gave it to me. My grandma, someone who raised me. Every time I look at my bed or go to sleep, I remember all the days she sang to me, and told me stories about her life in Africa. The mattress isn 't my grandmothers don 't get me wrong, but the backboard and frame is. This bed makes me think about my family.
Italian culture has a rich history that includes art, classic architecture, music, popular traditions and customs. Many people who visit Italy are somewhat surprised by the diversity of the dialects, cuisines, architecture, and craftsmanship. My father, Giuseppe, now deceased, was born in Sannicandro, province of Bari, Italy (Region: Puglia, - southern agricultural area near the Adriatic coast). My mother is of Italian descent and both her parents were born in Italy. I have always been proud that I am the son of an Italian immigrant and feel that my Italian heritage has helped me to develop my character and my work ethic.
I continue to view our Italian background to be the main reason that Christmas Eve is the most joyful, exciting, and vital tradition we celebrate together. Because of the amount of people in our family, road trips or hotels are an over-zealous option. Despite all of the adversities we face and setbacks in our day-to-day lives, simply being able to enjoy each other’s company never ceases to relieve us. For as long as I can remember, Christmas Eve has always been my favorite night of the year because spending time with loved ones is better than any gift under the tree. To my family, this is the true meaning of Christmas.
All the children loved her the boys would play ball ,and the girls would either do each others hair or make things for their hair out of flowers. She would also see loving mothers inside there cottages cooking a delicious meal for their families. Fathers just coming home from a long hard days of work. As she walked along the streets of Athens she came along the Parthenon home of statue of Athena. Medusa loved to come to the Parthenon to write poems in her journal, draw, and sometimes she would sit and admire how confident, brave, smart,and beautiful Athena was.
Dino and Sam have made excellent choices in helping to keep traditions, values, and service alive for years, along with serving upscale handmade specialties at affordable prices in just minutes. Suzanne Sears, a lifelong visitor to Carfagna’s Kitchen, is of Italian heritage. Comparing the restaurant’s food to the homemade food she grew up on she states, “Carfagna’s food will never be as delicious as my families, but is a good second” (Sears). The kitchen offers many varieties of Italian cuisine. The menu consists of Italian specialties ranging from pizza, pasta, sandwiches, and soups.
The rest of the night we all relaxed over a nice meal and listened to Niva’s funny stories of getting lost in the huge city. For a long time I was unsure of if I wished to stay in New York, or if I wanted to explore more of America and go south or west. But, since Niva had already put in a good word for me at many shops, I decided to stay because I had already so much going for me. From time to time I wrote back to my ma and pa to share with them all of my experiences in America, and I would always leave room for the children to write also. Life was so much better here in America, and each day was another piece to make a difference in my new life, our second chance.