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Originally Posted by mpfrancese
My grandmother, who was from Naples, taught me to prepare the eggplant the same way. People would look at me strange when they saw a colander sitting on the counter with "something" in it and dishes stacked on it.
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My grandparents and their families all sailed out of the Port of Naples, having come down from the mountain town of Laurenzana (Potenza Basilicata Province). Many of the "boys" from the village were apprenticed to various craftsmen in Naples.....so it wasn't far; same foods and customs. I would say that Naples was their big "go to" city.
My dad always told me that the pizza in the U.S. wasn't the
real Italian pizza. The prize would go to "Napoli" for their deep dish pizza. Would you believe we never had pizza takeout during our childhood? It wasn't until we were teens that we went with friends and ordered "a slice" at a pizza place....or sometimes a whole pizza if the group was large enough. But, Dad still said that wasn't the real pizza. He had Naples on his mind.