#Pignolata

[local-badass]

hey lol was just skimming the notes on swimz’s “what do you call this” post and noticed that in your tags you mentioned that your family kind of twists the pronunciations of italian words (as a facet of being nj italian). was curious then how you pronounce “sfogliatelle” because speaking as someone who works at a bakery that sells them. ive heard so many different pronunciations

my nj italian voice is not the one on tv, and is more the white suburbanites who still make sunday sauce without a recipe. however pennylvania and virginia people have informed me you can hear it.

here is a list of italian things I say bad:

sfvee uh tell / sfvee uh dell = sfogliatelle

stroo fuh luh / stroo foo luh = struffoli

zepp oh la = zeppole (to be fair this is just that I say the singular instead of the plural like people saying "fish" over "fishes.")

tatos = totos/tetus which are apparently also meatball cookies

rih-got = ricotta

pro shoot / pro zhoot = prosciutto

min eh strohn = minestrone

pasta fazhool = pasta fagioli

cappa cohl / capp ih cola / cappy = capicola (I only say gabagoul ironically)

m uhtz a rell = mozzarella

ny oh key = gnocchi

bru shette ah (sometimes dropping the "ah")= bruschetta

pin yoh lee = pignoli

I am super aware most of those are incorrect in my time learning actual italian, but has just kind of stuck. I get the gist that's true for a bunch of people in my town and surrounding areas bc other people say it that way too. I also think this is regional bc when I finally met my dad's (staten island and brooklyn italian) family, they say it similar but different. i worked in an italian skewing deli / sandwich place and

it may be important to note I am slightly hearing impaired and also said "gannoli" for cannoli until I was both old enough to read and tall enough to read the sign.

#theres probably more but thats mostly what comes to mind #sorry i am unable to be concise #basically the sopranos werent far off lol #jupitertherevolution #also i agree w your take on the pignolata #ive got the north italian and the sicilian in me

[calware]

#poll

[sciatu]

DOLCI VARI E PIGNOLATA MESSINESE

Non è l’ eccesso d’amore che porta Romeo a uccidersi sul corpo della dormiente Giulietta ? Non è l’eccesso d’amore che spinge il Moro di Venezia a uccidere Desdemona rea di aver tradito il suo stesso amore. Gli eccessi non sono mai visti  come situazioni o eventi positivi. Essere golosi è un male perché l’eccesso di cibo o  dolci porta a disfunzioni nel nostro organismo. Lo stesso  vale anche per il sesso perchè l’eccesso di sesso può porta a decadimento fisico o morale esponendoci ai rischi di malattie innominabili . Non a caso, l’eccesso è visto come il sintomo evidente di un malessere interno, che non si riesce a comunicare e che per questo ci fa scivolare nella solitudine. L’eccesso quindi è sempre riprovevole anche se, a ben notare, la golosità o il sesso, o l’amore danno piaceri equivalenti in quanto portano tutti e tre al piacere fisico, prima ancora che emotivo o esistenziale. Pensavo questo quando mia moglie si è mangiata tutto il vassoio di Pignolata Messinese appena comprata perché, come dicevo, la golosità è un eccesso molto simile al sesso e se ci si butta su uno dei due eccessi, è perché forse manca l’altro o non è abbastanza soddisfacente. Che mia moglie volesse dirmi qualcosa? Non lo so. Nel dubbio ho comprato un altro chilo di pignolata e l’ho messa sul mio comodino del letto, se la vorrà dovrà passare sul mio corpo e allora vedremo se vorrà soddisfare l’eccesso carnale lasciando la pignolata al suo posto o viceversa. Non si sa mai di quale eccesso siamo spinti a saziare, ma l’importante è essere pronti a soddisfarlo perché senza quell’eccesso d’amore che Romeo e Giulietta hanno mortalmente soddisfatto, sarebbero solo una delle solite coppiette di illusi e banali adolescenti.

Isn't it the excess of love that leads Romeo to kill himself on the body of the sleeping Juliet? It is not the excess of love that pushes the Moor of Venice to kill Desdemona, guilty of having betrayed his own love for her. Excesses are never seen as positive situations or events. Being greedy is bad because excess food or sweets leads to dysfunctions in our body. The same also applies to sex because excess sex can lead to physical or moral decay, exposing us to the risks of unmentionable diseases. It is no coincidence that excess is seen as the obvious symptom of an internal malaise, which cannot be communicated and which therefore makes us slip into loneliness. Excess is therefore always reprehensible even if, if you carefully note, gluttony or sex or love give equivalent pleasures as all three lead to physical pleasure, even before emotional or existential pleasure. I was thinking this when my wife ate the entire tray of Pignolata Messinese she had just bought because, as I was saying, gluttony is an excess very similar to sex and if you indulge in one of the two excesses, it is because perhaps the other is missing or not It's quite satisfying. Did my wife want to tell me something? I do not know. When in doubt, I bought another kilo of pignolata and put it on my bedside table. If she wants it, she will have to pass it over my body and then we'll see if she wants to satisfy her carnal excess by leaving the pignolata in her place or vice versa. We never know what excess we are driven to satiate, but the important thing is to be ready to satisfy it because without that excess of love that Romeo and Juliet mortally satisfied, they would be just one of the usual couples of deluded and banal teenagers

#Sciatu #Dolci #Sweets #Sicilian Sweets #food

[bluejaysandblackbats]

To Touch Fate

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: Jason attempts to settle down in Southern Italy and live a civilian life.

Chapters: 8/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Original Character(s), Bruce Wayne, Terry McGinnis, Matt McGinnis

Relationships: Jason Todd/Original Character(s)

Additional Tags: Angst, Jason Todd-centric, Jason Todd is a Father, Terry McGinnis is Batman, Retirement, Future Fic, Major Original Character(s)

Chapter Eight: Three Laps

"Papá, I don't—. I can't go," Angelo cried. Jason crouched down, still holding his other son, Domenico's hand.

"Angelo, would I take you anywhere to hurt you?" Jason asked.

Angelo shook his head. "But I'm scared. You won't be there," Angelo replied. Jason wiped away Angelo's tears.

Jason sat down and pulled Angelo into an embrace. "I am always with you. Just in case you forget that, I'll loan you something of mine," Jason whispered as he removed his crucifix and put it around Angelo's neck. Angelo held it in his fist before touching foreheads with Jason. "I love you, and I'll come and get you in five hours."

"Promise?" Angelo asked. Jason smiled and kissed his cheek.

"I promise. My heart can only bear five hours of separation. When the little hand touches the one, we'll be together again," Jason whispered. Domenico hugged Angelo.

"Bye-bye, Angel," Domenico whispered.

"Domonic, take care of Papá," Angelo commanded. Domenico nodded. Angelo waved and walked into his classroom.

Jason turned away and wiped his eyes. "Papá, you sad?" Domenico questioned. Jason nodded. "Why?"

"Because I miss Angelo... But I'll be fine when I pick him up," Jason replied, "Let's go to the gym. Do you wanna punch Papá?" Domenico giggled as Jason scooped him up and blew raspberries into his stomach.

"Silly Papá!" Domenico giggled.

Jason bought two dozen bomboloni, a half dozen sfingi, a half dozen zeppole, and a box of pignolata from the bakery nearby. "Dom, here... Take a bite," Jason whispered. He held the pastry to Domenico's mouth, and Domenico took a large bite. "Good bite!" Jason nibbled the same pastry while they walked to the gym.

"More, please!" Domenico requested.

Jason took another bite and gave the rest to Domenico. "Wanna train with me while we wait for the others?" Jason asked. Domenico nodded and finished his bomboloni.

Jason set up the two-pound heavy bag and kissed the top of Domenico's head. "What do we do first, cocco di papà?" Jason questioned. Domenico started with his jumping jacks while Jason sang his ABCs. "Good! Next?" Domenico jogged in place until Jason started swaying to signal for him to bob and weave.

Jason reached out to tickle his son, and Domenico dodged his hands. "Silly Papá!" Domenico giggled. Jason always made training gentle for the boys. He never wanted them to feel pressured to do anything. Either way, they were learning to protect themselves. There was no use in scaring them.

Students trickled in, starting their warm-ups as they watched Jason train with Domenico. “Treat yourselves! I went to the bakery this morning. I’ll be right with you after I finish training my best fighter,” Jason announced. Jason crouched down and opened his arms. “I want you on the heavy bag while I talk to the big kids, okay?” Domenico threw his arms around Jason and kissed him on the cheek.

“Papá, can I have water?” Domenico asked. Jason smiled and nodded.

“Mhm, and can you bring me my water when you’re done?” Jason asked. He didn’t need it, but he liked giving Domenico a task to make him feel needed. Domenico thrived on being Jason’s personal helper.

Domenico ran off, and Jason clapped his hands to get his students’ attention. “Today is a special day! As you might’ve noticed, a certain oldest son of mine is absent from the gym today! He started school this morning! And to celebrate, I think we should go out for a run on the beach today,” Jason announced. Some of them groaned, but the others cheered. Domenico returned with Jason’s water bottle, and Jason picked him up. “Wanna run on the beach, Dom?” Domenico grinned and nodded.

“Domenico’s spoken! We’re gonna run on the beach! Everybody finishes warming up and get your water bottles!” Jason shouted. “Meet me at the beach!”

“Papá, can Mamma go to the beach with us?” Domenico asked.

“Wanna hear a secret?” Jason whispered. Domenico nodded. “Mamma’s already there.”

Jason asked his assistant to lock up. “I’m going to give the babies a kiss,” Domenico announced. Jason grinned.

“I think they’ll appreciate that,” Jason smiled. Jason and Domenico arrived first, and Jason took him to Noemi to put on sunscreen. She did Domenico’s first, and when Jason turned to pick him up, Noemi put his sunscreen on as well. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” Noemi smiled. Domenico kissed her cheek. “Thank you, Dom.” Noemi kissed his forehead. “Here, have a strawberry.” She fed him some of the fruit she cut up, and Jason pulled a small pastry bag out of his duffel.

“Trade?” Jason asked.

“You didn’t!” Noemi exclaimed.

“Pignolata… All yours,” Jason smiled as he exchanged snacks. “I think I bought out half the bakery.” Noemi smiled.

Domenico leaned into the beach wagon and kissed his twin sisters. “Good morning, Katerina. Good morning, Cecelia,” Domenico greeted. Jason stuck his head in the wagon and blew raspberries on their stomachs, eliciting twin laughs.

“Love you, Funny Girls,” Jason giggled. He found himself giggling more than he had in years. Four children were more than he could ever ask for. “Noemi, do you want me to take the girls in the stroller?”

“Are you taking the stroller anyway?” Noemi asked. Jason nodded. “That’s fine. They love the stroller.” Jason buckled the twins into the stroller before stopping to stare at Noemi. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing… I—. Hold on,” Jason grinned before kissing her. “You’re as irresistible as the day we met. Maybe more…”

“You have twenty-year-olds to run ragged,” Noemi smiled. Jason blew her a kiss. Noemi caught his kiss and held it to her heart. Dom buckled himself into the stroller, and Jason started his run.

Jason sang to the children as he ran, and his class followed. Domenico sang with him. “Come on, class! I’m an old man with four children pushing a stroller! Someone should be ahead of me!” Jason teased. Even retired, he kept in fighting shape. It calmed the worries that often surfaced when the nightmares returned. Actually, the nightmares never left.

Jason led them on three laps down the length of the beach, and he told everyone to get back to the gym. By then, Domenico and the twins lay fast asleep in the stroller. Jason returned Domenico to the wagon, kissed Noemi, and took the girls to the gym. Cecelia woke up before Katerina, so Jason fed and sang to her until she settled. Cecelia was the older and more demanding twin, but Jason didn’t mind. He loved having daughters. He never imagined he’d have one, but two identical little girls… It was enough to make him misty-eyed most days. “Cecelia, Papá loves you so much… Can you say, Papá? I will not beat out by Mamma again… Or sfingi,” Jason half-joked. Cecelia cooed. “Oh! You’re welcome.” Jason showered her in kisses.

He trained the kids at the gym for a few hours before taking the twins to Angelo’s school. They waited outside for nearly thirty minutes before the bell rang. Angelo exited the classroom, talking to a girl, but when he saw Jason, he dropped everything and ran full speed into his arms. “Angioletto! I missed you so much! How was your day?” Jason questioned as he squeezed Angelo tight in his embrace.

“You kept your promise… And the teacher was nice. Everyone speaks Italian in class,” Angelo answered. Jason chuckled.

“I will always return to you, Angel,” Jason whispered as he tapped Angelo’s nose. “Now, let’s get gelato and go home.” Angelo nodded excitedly.

Jason relaxed his shoulders. Only two more first days.

#fic #to touch fate fic #batfam #batman beyond au #Jason Todd #Original Character(s) #Bruce Wayne #Terry McGinnis #Matt McGinnis #Jason Todd/Original Character(s) #Angst #Jason Todd-centric #Jason Todd is a Father #Terry McGinnis is Batman #Retirement #Future Fic #Major Original Character(s)

[teredo-navalis]

Hai mai assaggiato la pignolata? (Dolce siciliano)

Ahimè no, però mi fa molto ridere il nome perché sembra un dolce fatto usando persone pignole come ingredienti

Comunque se mi parli di dolci non sei d'aiuto!!!! Ho già mangiato tutte le cioccolate che avevo e nemmeno dovrei ché sto ancora male di stomaco :(((

[goldnrry]

Tried pignolata for the first time and im in heaven

[lamilanomagazine]

Messina, Carnevale 2023: "Mabò Band" e "Crazy Dreams Circus" tra gli appuntamenti da non perdere

Messina, Carnevale 2023: "Mabò Band" e "Crazy Dreams Circus" tra gli appuntamenti da non perdere. La città di Messina celebra il Carnevale con vari eventi e con iniziative che stanno allietando la città e i villaggi, promosse dall’Amministrazione comunale. Questo pomeriggio alle ore 17, a Santa Maria Alemanna, ci sarà la presentazione del libro “Sdirilluni: dolci e costumanze del Carnevale”, introdotta da un dialogo antropologico -gastronomico dedicato al cibo, riti e ricette siciliane tipici del Carnevale tra la giornalista Valeria Zingale e la scrittrice del testo Anna Martano, con la partecipazione del Maestro pasticcere Lillo Freni, cui seguiranno il firmacopie del testo e un momento dedicato all’assaggio della tradizionale pignolata. Alle 17.30, lungo l’isola pedonale a piazza Cairoli, il trio di clown musicisti itinerante di improvvisazione comico-musicale “Mabò Band”, coinvolgerà il pubblico. Per quanto riguarda la programmazione nei villaggi, oggi pomeriggio, dalle 17.30 alle 19.30, a Larderia Superiore, ci sarà la “Festa in Maschera”, animazione e giochi per bambini, a cura dell’Associazione culturale Ardelis. Domani, Martedì Grasso, ultimo giorno del Carnevale, avrà luogo la festa in maschera “Crazy Dreams Circus” a Villa Dante, con uno spettacolo comico circense viaggiante proposto da Davide Masi, in arte Mister David, Francisco Rojas in arte Mister Divynetz, e Andreanne Thiboutot. I tre artisti coinvolgeranno il pubblico con le loro acrobazie: Masi si esibirà in numeri di cabaret e performance di giocoleria; il cileno Rojas proporrà una performance mista di figure acrobatiche e di ballo sorprendenti; mentre, la canadese Andrèanne offrirà uno spettacolo romantico di hula hoop. L’appuntamento sarà arricchito da degustazione di dolci tipici del Carnevale realizzati dagli studenti dell’istituto Antonello. Sempre domani, dalle 14.30 alle 20, a Curcuraci, in conclusione del Carnevale ci sarà la sfilata di carri allegorici organizzata da ASD Comitato pro-Curcuraci.... #notizie #news #breakingnews #cronaca #politica #eventi #sport #moda Read the full article

[puroquore]

Pignolata time #pignolata #sicilia #dolce #ricetta #recipe #gateaux #befana https://www.instagram.com/p/BsOb17aH5JZ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=a1jm9osm1vyp

#pignolata #sicilia #dolce #ricetta #recipe #gateaux #befana

[gsartecucina]

Pignolata #carnevale #pignolata https://www.instagram.com/p/CakEGpSAcJ9/?utm_medium=tumblr

#carnevale #pignolata

[cafe-sicilia]

Messina

#buddaci #fontanadiorione #messina #museodimessina #orologioastronomico #pignolata #relógioastronômico #sicília #terremoto

[cucinacongrazia]

Pignolata Calabrese @emanuelabart ci delizia con un dolcetto al miele. #ricettedinatale #natale2020 #pignolata #dolci #dolcidellefeste #foodlove #amorecibomio #natale2020 #ricettecalabresi #calabriafood #cucinacongrazia https://www.instagram.com/p/CJIxDmvlD29/?igshid=ll16un16k4al

#ricettedinatale #natale2020 #pignolata #dolci #dolcidellefeste #foodlove #amorecibomio #ricettecalabresi #calabriafood #cucinacongrazia

[kittyskitchen]

Pignolata di inizio 2018, sará un anno di cucina tradizionale o un anno più creativo? Intanto per ora vince la tradizione 1-0. . . . #food_instalove #pignolata  #kings_masterchef  #top_food_of_instagram  #insta_foodandplaces  #italy_foods  #ognitantocucino  #officialitalianfood  #dolce_salato_italiano  #kittyskitchen  #eeeeeats  #foodphotononstop #cookmagazine  #struffoli  #foodandwine  #thewomoms  #bestfoodpics  #foodphotononstop  #italy_foods #dolcezzeincucina  #incucinaconleinstamamme  #tentarnoncuoce  #italianfoodbloggers  #food4igers  #ifoodit  #ucookiness  #cucinaitaliana  #merendaitaliana  #thebakefeed #natale

#pignolata #insta_foodandplaces #cookmagazine #dolcezzeincucina #top_food_of_instagram #ifoodit #natale #dolce_salato_italiano #food_instalove #merendaitaliana #bestfoodpics #ognitantocucino #foodandwine #eeeeeats #foodphotononstop #italianfoodbloggers #struffoli #ucookiness #tentarnoncuoce #cucinaitaliana #thebakefeed #thewomoms #italy_foods #officialitalianfood #kings_masterchef #incucinaconleinstamamme #food4igers #kittyskitchen

[mifegiuve]

Paccheripistacchiobrontegamberimazzara #santadomenica2019 #casamento #santadomenica2019 #goditilavita #gamberorosso #followme #luxury #instafood #instalike #instafollow #followers #follow4followback #biancoenero #pignolata #chefilgrande #russia2018 #mafia3 #santadomenica2018 #likeforfollow #wolfofwallstreet #dubai #emirates #metamorfosicaferistorante #executive #executivechefgiuppyfamiliari #russia2018 #followmenow #followmeto # (presso Metamorfosi cafe’ ristorante) https://www.instagram.com/p/By8YcL0iTv2/?igshid=13dbv9wwau85w

#santadomenica2019 #casamento #goditilavita #gamberorosso #followme #luxury #instafood #instalike #instafollow #followers #follow4followback #biancoenero #pignolata #chefilgrande #russia2018 #mafia3 #santadomenica2018 #likeforfollow #wolfofwallstreet #dubai #emirates #metamorfosicaferistorante #executive #executivechefgiuppyfamiliari #followmenow #followmeto

[sciatu]

PRANZO NATALIZIO - Lasagne con melanzane alla siciliana, Anatra all’arancia, cappone al forno con patate, caponata, pignolata, bucellato con tiramisù, dolcetti vari.

Ecco Natale, con tutte le sue umane contraddizioni, il suo essere puro amore e assoluto materialismo e il vero inno alla gioia, è per noi siciliani un atto di fede unito alla morte dell’anima. Il tutto è consacrato a tavola, tra tartine al salmone, olive schiacciate, olive nere, salame dei Nebrodi, formaggio pepato fresco e quelle sottili strisce di quel lardo che si tiene in un luogo fresco, coperto di pepe nero o peperoncino piccante rosso. Cosi, in sordina, morso dopo morso, inizia il cantico dei piaceri, annaffiato da spumanti dell’Etna o da puro prosecco veneto, perché il piacere non è razzista, non discrimina, non limita il suo impero con la geografia, ma domina tutto volendo e tutto gustando. Poi l’inno alla gioia si eleva, si innalza con la pasta al forno, dove, strato su strato, il ragù regna, unisce uova e melanzane, sposa mortadella e parmigiano in un sublime apoteosi di gusto e godimento, di quanto è chiamato volgarmente con due punti e virgolette, Piacere, con la P maiuscola, mentre invece è solo, semplice, personale, intimo appagamento! Poi c’è il resto, l’anitra all’arancia, cappone e salsiccia, o, se sei uomo dei monti, gli “scarti” poveri del maiale: il muso, le orecchie, le guance, il piede bollito e offerto in un sugo generoso e appagante. È solo un intermezzo, che parla di morte e di vita che la morte dona, prima di arrivare ai dolci, al sublime, all’eterno dove il piacere è sensuale, sessuale, perdutamente accattivante, tra cannoli, pignolata, stelle ripiene di cedro candito, pasta di mandorla e piccola pasticceria per finire con l’acuto che segna questo inno alla gioia, il panettone Fiasconaro, o di Gualtiero Marchesi o l’eterno tiramisù fatto secondo la rigorosa osservanza alla vecchia ricetta della nonna, per unire al tangibile piacere della carne con quello intangibile della memoria, dell’assoluto amore perduto e ancora vivo e sanguinante. Ecco è questo è il Natale e se non lo sai vivere, vuol dire, che non esisti.

Here is Christmas, with all its human contradictions, its start as pure love and became absolute materialism and the true hymn to joy, it is for us Sicilians an act of faith united with the death of the soul. Everything is consecrated on the table, including salmon canapés, crushed olives, black olives, Nebrodi salami, fresh peppered cheese and those thin strips of that lard that is kept in a cool place, covered with black pepper or hot red pepper. Thus, quietly, bite after bite, the canticle of pleasures begins, washed down with sparkling wines from Etna or pure prosecco from the Veneto, because pleasure is not racist, it does not discriminate, it does not limit its empire with geography, but dominates everything by wanting and all enjoying. Then the hymn to joy rises,by with baked pasta, where, layer upon layer, ragù reigns, combining eggs and aubergines, mortadella and parmesan in a sublime apotheosis of taste and enjoyment, of what is commonly called with colons and quotation marks, pleasure, with a capital P, while instead it is only, simple, personal, intimate satisfaction! Then there's the rest, the duck with orange, capon and sausage, or, if you're a man of the mountains, the poor "waste" of the pig: the snout, the ears, the cheeks, the foot boiled and offered in a generous and satisfying gravy. It is only an interlude, which speaks of death and the life that death gives, before arriving at sweets, the sublime, the eternal where pleasure is sensual, sexual, hopelessly captivating, between cannoli, pignolata, stars filled with candied citron , almond paste and small pastries to end with the acute note that marks this hymn to joy, the panettone Fiasconaro, or by Gualtiero Marchesi or the eternal tiramisu made according to strict observance of the old grandmother's recipe, to combine the tangible pleasure of flesh with the intangible one of memory, of absolute love lost and still alive and bleeding. This is Christmas and if you don't know how to live it, it means that you don't exist.

#Sciatu #food #sicilian food

[nonpareiltactician]

{ ooc. Just a heads up that I might not be here for the next two days, for obvious reasons.

Today is more because... lots of cooking to do, such little time. Since guess who has been left to make all the Traditional Sicilian Dishes™ because she was the only one that had the recipes passed down to her...

But I don’t mind at all tbh-- I love cooking. I just thought I should give you all some sort of notice instead of vanishing for two days straight. 

I might have time this afternoon to write, but we’ll see

Either way, I’ll still be lurking on discord, so I’m still up for chatting there! Feel free to add me (Pensive Clown™#9254)-- just let me know who you are }

#✟ ⊱⦃ ⏤ {ooc.} ⦄⊰ ✟ #{tbd} #{it's going to be A Feast} #{we got pignolata... cannoli... manicotti... arancini... and i have to make it all...} #{catch me skulling the remainder of the galliano to Cope with the stress even though i don't drink}

[miru-p]

Emilia Pignolata and Melagrana VS Loredana Cannella and Bianca Lampone

with a bonus version cos it’s JoJo (*≧艸≦)  Full description on deviantART! ♡ Loredana, Melagrana  © @miss-mary-grace | Bianca, Emilia, art  © @miru-p

#my art #my ocs #my friends ocs #jojo ocs #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #vento aureo #golden wind #emilia pignolata #melagrana #bianca lampone #loredana cannella