I bancali, ciascuno con trentasei sacchi da venticinque chili di castagne, aspetta sulla pista dell’aeroporto di Roma Fiumicino. Giusto il tempo di venire imbarcati nella pancia dell’Airbus A330 di Alitalia che poco dopo il prodotto «made in Italy» decolla con il volo AZ608 alla volta di New York, Stati Uniti, ma con destinazione finale i piatti de...

Every year, I look forward to Thanksgiving. But not the Thursday with turkey, cranberry sauce and mashed potatoes. I look forward to the weekend after Thanksgiving, otherwise known as Italian Thanksgiving. Like many Italian gatherings, it centers all around food. For the past few years, it’s been hosted at my parent’s house. The kitchen is converte...

An Austin restaurant is stepping in the make sure seniors who will be home alone for Thanksgiving can still enjoy a holiday meal. Juliet Italian Kitchen is giving away free fettuccine alfredo meal kits to people over the age of 70 in Austin. The meal kits include fettuccine noodles, grilled chicken, alfredo sauce, and instructions on how to prepare...

I will always cherish the memorable Thanksgiving of 1947. My father came to New York City to meet the family he had left behind in Italy many years ago. When we arrived in America we traveled to Sharon, Penn. by train. My father’s distant cousin and her husband picked us up, and we went directly to their home. A traditional Thanksgiving meal was re...

Think about the typical Thanksgiving day for a moment. For most of us, it’s the day when family members gather in the kitchen to prepare an obscenely large feast while playfully harassing one another and bickering over long-buried family drama. The ordeal culminates with the entire extended clan sitting down for an eating marathon around a long din...

It’s that “hurry-up” time again! We may feel our hearts quickening as we enter the big box stores — and rightfully so. In October, amid the Halloween decorations, I spotted some Christmas stuff tucked in the corner. Nowadays, it seems like the retailers do it up faster than the speed of light. But — hold on, folks! Do we really need to subscribe to...

Growing up in Southern Italy, my mother — who had been raised in the U.S. years prior — would often tell my sister and I stories about Thanksgiving. “There’s always a giant turkey,” she would explain to us, and everyone expresses what he or she is thankful for. I must admit, in hindsight, my 8- or 9-year-old self didn’t much grasp the concept of th...