Posted in Expat in Italy, Food in Italy, Italy, Living in Italy, Orvieto, Travel, Umbria, tagged baloney, Bologna, bologna italy, European Union, Italy, Mortadella, Mortadella di Bologna, Oscar Mayer Bologna, Protected Geological Indication, salumi on September 17, 2012 |
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As far back as I can remember I loved baloney sandwiches! My childhood obsession was so famous that family, friends, and neighbors referred to me as “Toni Baloney”. Undaunted by the nickname, I was actually quite proud to be so closely associated with my favorite pink, slippery and quintessentially American cold cut. After all, “Oscar Mayer has a way with B-O-L-O-G-N-A.”
But as it happens, I grew up and had my first taste of baloney’s sophisticated Italian cousin, Mortadella, and I was a goner! My boloney-eating days were over – this smooth, sweet and spicy, pistachio-filled deli roll is the “caviar” of lunchmeat.
I haven’t been to Bologna, Italy yet, but I am planning my pilgrimage once I’m settled in Orvieto. The city of Bologna is famous for this finely ground, heat-cured pork salumi, produced there since the 14th century. Suspected to have originally been a Roman sausage, Mortadella di Bologna has achieved the epitome of food recognition – it has a Protected Geological Indication status designated by the European Union to preserve the regional names of products. In strict accordance with these delicious guidelines, a classic Mortadella di Bologna must be prepared with 15% evenly distributed squares of fat, no preservatives, fillers, or additives. Naturale!
When in Italy I will be living-off Mortadella’s mouth-watering yumminess. I’ll eat it for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and as a bedtime snack. I’ll eat it between two pieces of bread, thinly sliced “as is” with a glass of wine, cubed, fried, moussed and spread, and stuffed into tortellini. Any way you slice it…Mortadella e’ bella!
P.S. I’m thinking of changing my nickname. How does “Toni DeMortadellaBella” grab you?
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Posted in Americans Abroad, Expat in Italy, Italy, Orvieto, Piazza Navona, Rome, Travel, Umbria, tagged Envy, Italy, jealousy, Orvieto, Piazza Navona, Rome, travel, Travel to Italy on June 6, 2012 |
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“Nothing is as obnoxious as other people’s luck.”― F. Scott Fitzgerald
Envy is a malicious emotion in which a miserable and narcissistic person craves the misfortune of others and begrudges their success. From the Latin word Invidia, envy is considered so nefarious it’s ranked number six among the Seven Deadly Sins. Some days I admit it – I’m a sinner…I envy the entire population of Italy.
“Envy is for people who don’t have the self-esteem to be jealous.”― Benson Bruno
Jealousy, similar to envy, is often defined as “resentment against a rival, suspicion or fear of losing someone or something you love.” Hummm…
You know, I am not going to allow myself to linger any longer in these emotional black holes. When I find myself in this unhealthy state of mind, I’ll just remember that the merry-go-round of life spins and spins and there are more than enough brass rings to go around. I’ll wait and be patient for I am about to come around again for another grab at the prize. Negative moods are neither good for your soul nor your skin.
Envious or jealous is just no way to be.
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“You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream.”-C.S. Lewis
Every single one of us has our own unique and special mechanism for coping and strategizing our way through the world’s challenges. I find that what works best for me is a random, shotgun-style approach to personal achievement. I call it the “Spaghetti Theory”: throw everything you have at a predicament and see what sticks.
This philosophy encompasses a combination of the law of averages, blood, sweat and tears, and a bit of dumb luck. Maybe it works, maybe it doesn’t, but in less than two weeks I will be heading for Italy again – launching “Phase One” of my grand scheme. I am so close that I can almost taste it. For nearly seven years I have been feverishly “flinging noodles” at the walls of life in a concentrated effort to reach my goal. I’ve been plotting, concocting, commiserating and essentially boring the living daylights out of my friends, family and even complete strangers.
“Success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm.” – Winston Churchill
Curiously, as my objective moved from the realm of fantasy into the universe of real and tangible possibility, an odd thing happened – I began to experience a disbelief that I could actually get what I want, followed by a paralyzing fear that perhaps once I get it, I might not want it any longer! Here I am, standing on the precipice of my dream coming true and finding myself in such a discombobulated state of mind. Of course you’ve heard of a fear of failure, but did you know that some folks actually suffer from a fear of success? After all the obsessing and preoccupation, could I honestly be afraid of crossing the finish line? …Nope, don’t think so.
Teetering atop the high-dive, I am ready to take the plunge into the deep-end. There is no way in hell I’m going to come this close to the prize, only to turn in retreat before getting my just desserts. I owe it to myself and to the many friends who have already blazed the trail abroad or who are taking up the rear. I am not so special. I am only one of many dreamers of an Italian life.
by Toni DeBella
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