I’ve lost count of the times I’ve heard someone refer to Americans as piggish, gluttonous, or, well, fat. It happens a lot! In fact, a month or so ago we went out for pizza with Pep’s cousins, his cousins’ cousins, and some of their friends. Pep and his cousin grabbed center stage when they told the group about their latest trip to America.
“I love Dunkin Donuts,” Pep’s cousin said. “I ate so many I almost got sick!”
“They gave us hamburgers that were (this) big! I couldn’t finish it!”
“I’ve never seen a plate of shrimp that big,” Peppe said.“You should have seen Giu’s face!”
Laughs, and then a voice from the right.
“Si, perche tutti sono porci.”
Ahem, excuse me?
I quickly made a mental note of the word “porci” so I could confirm later that I had, indeed, understood her correctly. And, I had.
“Well, yes,” She’d said. “That’s because they are all pigs!”
Never mind the fact there were two Italians talking about how much they ate in America. Is it America’s fault they have no willpower? Is America to blame because these two guys couldn’t resist a gooey blob of deep fried deliciousness?
I think not!
Let’s forget for a moment, if we can, this gal’s absolute insensitivity in
1) generalizing an entire nation of people, to which I believe, she has never even been
2) making this statement in the presence, of, well, an American!
I would add here that she finished off her entire pizza, while this americana barely managed half. But, I won’t say that because it would be tacky. So, I’ll write it.
I steamed on this for a few days, while Pep did his best to defuse the situation.
“She doesn’t know what she is talking about.”
“She just wanted to add something to the conversation.”
“I bet she is jealous of American women!”
None of this worked, until, low and behold la festa di San Giuseppe arrived, and everyone went out to buy the best zeppole in Catanzaro. While I won’t tell you who was there buying stock in the bakery with her zeppole purchase, I will share with you a few pictures of our purchase.
And, here’s a closeup!
And, one more, just for good measure!
See? I told you a bit a fried dough is good for the heart.
It did wonders for me that day!