My Grandfather Love Pasta Women
My grandfather said he was too young to be a grandfather and directed me to call him Uncle Guido. He possessed a wonderful Italian accent and told me we were from nobility. My grandfather lived on 116th street, the original little Italy, where he opened 3 Italian grocery shops. Apparently he was the first to make colored pastas in NY and the working pasta makers were in the window. The first time I met my Italian cousin Luigi was when he stayed with “uncle Guido” in the US. I have been to the glorious city where the Cassarini family in Italy still hails. It is beyond beautiful and the village boasts a church from the tenth century. My cousins and their families are such loving people who welcomed us with open arms during two visits to Castiglione Dei Popoli.
