America has many things to thank Italy for. For example, pasta is something I could never live without. I know, I know...before I am inundated with e-mails about China being the true inventor of pasta (rice noodles) you have to give it up to Italians for being the ones to drown it in tomato sauce. Delizioso!
Not only for their acumen of "let's put tons of deliciousness on top of this here pasta" we must also give props to the Italian chefs who teach the rest of us how to roll: Giada DeLaurentis, Mario Batali, Giancarlo Caldesi just to name a few. And let's not forget Carmella Soprano (have you seen her cookbook?! It's the bomb!)
Italians are also very fashion-forward. Domenico Dolce, Stefano Gabbano, Giorgio Armani, Gianni Versace, Valentino, Miuccia Prada...the list goes on and on. What they can do with fabric and leather blows the mind. The Italian contribution to the art world outside of the aforementioned wearable pieces can not be compared, so let us praise the masters: da Vinci, Raphael, Botticelli, Michelangelo, Bellini...again, the list goes on and on.
Lastly, as one with a passion for keeping it just a hair above the speed limit, let us bow down to the geniuses behind the Ferrari, Alfa Romeo, Lamborghini, and Maserati. It is on my bucket list to open up each of these on the Autobahn for an unadulterated thrill ride.
There is a point to these accomplishments and adulation. I figured, after all of these wonderful things Italy has given to us, it is only right we give a little something back. And I have just the thing...
I was reading in today's New York Times how "A Village In Italy Embraces Palladino". This poignant story explains the ties Mr. Palladino has to the little Italian village of Santa Croce di Magliano as it is the former home of his father. With some family still residing in the little village, Palladino keeps in touch via e-mail. Although they admittedly do not know much of what Palladino stands for politically, they claim to be "...all happy and very proud of him."
Doesn't that just make you well up a little bit? Do you have a little lump in your throat? Me, too, 'cuz I just threw up in my mouth. Anyway, I figured since we have enjoyed all the pleasures described herein that Italy has afforded us, Americans need to return the favor. So Italy, we are proud to present to you, Mr. Palladino. You may have him back. No, no, no...I insist. It's not much, really. REALLY. Please, it's our pleasure.
If you don't mind, we'll keep the pasta. Oh, and just be aware...we Americans can smell a re-gift a mile away.