Bonfire of the Goddesses
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"CAPEESH"
Capeeshe Italiano........
For every person I know who is
Italian, could be Italian, married an Italian, lived with Italians or wants to
be Italian......!!!!!Let's start at the beginning.
Come stai? Molto bene. Bon giorno. Ciao. Arrivederci.
Every Italian from Italy knows these words and every Italian-American should.But what about the goomba speech pattern? Those words and
phrases that are a little Italian, a little American, and a little slang .
Words every Paesano and Bacciagaloop we have heard, - words we hear throughout
our Little Italy neighborhood of New York This form of language, the
"Goomba-Italiano " has been used for generations. It's not gangster
slang terms like "whack" or "vig", if that's what you are
thinking---nope, this is real Guido talk!The goomba says ciao when he arrives or leaves. He says
Mama Mia anytime emotion is needed in any given situation. Mannaggia, meengya,
oofah, and of course, va fongool can also be used. Capeesh?He uses a moppeen to wipe his hands in the cuchina, gets
agita from the gravy and will shkeevats meatballs unless they are homemade from
the famiglia. Always foonah your bread in the pot of gravy (sauce) or you will
be considered a real googootz or a Mezzo-finookio.There are usually plenty of mamalukes and the girl from
the neighborhood with the reputation is a facia-bruta, puttana or a schifosa.If you are called cattivo, cabbadost, sfatcheem, stupido,
or strunz, you are usually a pain in the ass. A crazy diavlo can give you the
malokya (evil eye), but that red horn (contra malokya) will protect you if you
use it right. Don't forget to always say per favore and grazia and prego .If you are feeling mooshadda or stounad or mezzo-morto,
always head to Nonna's and she will fix you up with a little homemade
manicott', cavadell', or calamar ', or some ricotta cheesecake.Mangia some zeppoles, canolis, torrone, struffoli,
shfoolyadell', pignoli cookies, or a little nutella on pannetone. Delizioso! I
think I will fix myself a sangweech of cabacol' with some proshoot and
mozarell' or maybe just a hot slice of peetza .So salud' if you have any Italian blood in you and you
understood anything written here! Then, you are numero uno and a professore of
the goombasIf you don't get any of this, then fa Nabola with the
whole thing and you are a disgraziato. Scuzi, Mia dispiachay, I didn't mean
that....... Just....... Fugheddaboudit"CAPEESH"
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Slow.............LMAO........understood every word...........
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This Norwegian actually understood quite a few. The closest friend I ever had (dead now for 24 years) often used some of them. She did not speak fluent Italian but had picked some of the language from her parents. Unlike her siblings she did not get involved in her Sicilian grandparents family business.
Her Mother made the best gravy I've ever tasted. Her Mother would make it up for her kids once a month but would not teach anyone the recipe. BFF was in her late 40's before we managed to come up with an argument that worked to get it from her. She made BFF swear on the family Bible to never give the recipe to anyone. She stopped at our house so I could make a copy for my use, but asked that I not give it out while she or her mother were alive. I still haven't shared it! lol
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chabba, my family is the same way with our sauce and meatball recipe.
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My friends family used pork, either neck bones or (prefered) spareribs.
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My husband would call a good pot of gravy "a watched pot"...........my 3 daughters make excellent gravy...........they grew up on it.........Italian father........Irish mother........but their father would say.........I would put your Mom's gravy up against any of my Italian relatives..........anyday.......LOL........
I always said "you have to put the love in your gravy, without that its just "sauce"...........
Also what is better then a good "fried meatball" while your preparing the gravy............I could barely keep them in the dish..............more hands got smacked with the wooden spoon along with..........."get out a hear, there won't be any left for dinner.
Who remembers them sneaking into the kitchen and dipping the bread in the gravy..............LOL, believe me.......there was "double dipping" going on big time then..................and no one cared.........LOL
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Oh Madone, you guys are making me so hungry!
Must've been a wild party last night, the fire's still burning bright and hot.
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Badger, hi...yeah just woke up not too long ago. Came here late....everyone was talking about gravy and passing a bottle - of what, I don't know. Spent most of the night dancing, then fell asleep by the fire. Had some weird dream - heard a lot of Italian and then some Norwegian -- I think! Woke up with gum in my hair, gravy boats laying around.... wow, FK really knows how to throw a party!
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The party was HOT, HOT, HOT......................
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Mary, that bottle was probably Grandpa Scialla's homemade red wine!
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Good Morning Goddesses,
She is a wild one for sure. Not sure how she does all that dancin' in those shoes though.
Side effect of slutty shoe dancin'.
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I agree about putting love in your gravy. When I cook, my kids always get a test meatball. They would never make it all the way to dinner without a taste. So many good memories around a pot of sauce/gravy.
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Slow............so true
My husband use to love fried meatballs for dinner........with mashed potatoes.........a good tomato salad (jersey's of course).......with onions, basil, and good olive oil...............yum............love fried meatballs..........
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When we were young, all the kids would participate when we made lasagna for Easter. We would have an assembly line. Each kid would be in charge of an ingredient. It was always so loud in our family. Everyone trying to talk over the other.
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Slow..............LMAO............when my son, now 56 (first born) and his sister now 55 (2nd born of course).......would come home from my in-laws.............they would say ...........how come everyone at Granny's and Pop Pops, fights all the time..................I would laugh and say "oh sweetie, if you think that is fighting, you have not seen fighting...........
My mother (Irish decent) would say to me.........Good Lord, why are they so loud........
This is even funnier...........when my husband would get pissed about something the kids always knew there was going to be trouble...............in the nice weather when he would get his ass in a knot..we knew it was not going to be pretty when he would say "ok shut the windows"...........
He has been dead for 22 years and my 6 kids still talk about that, and laugh their asses off........
Worse yet.....my kids have turned out the same way.......we call ourselves "the loud family"...........
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Great thread! However I'm now craving my Norwegian meatballs in gravy! Next meal I'll make them! (leftover roast chicken tonight).
Ducky: you sound like you've had a great life!
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Slow...
No way. Not me - I'd never wear those spiky high heeled shoes - I'm most comfortable in a pair of tennis shoes or sandals. Don't even own a pair of high heels. Wouldn't get caught dead in those. Funny pic, tho, lol!!
I LOVE meatballs! Swedish meatballs, that is, but I love all kinds of food - Italian, Mexican! I'll pass on the gravy, though.
uff da!
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Those are great stories ducky. I'm thinking all Italian families are just loud and obnoxious. I know ours was/is. My grandmother dumped a plate of spaghetti in my grandfather's lap once. I was too young to remember, but I heard the stories. They had such hot tempers. Fighting one minute and laughing the next - all so protective of each other though.
Canuck, those meatballs sound yummy. Roast chicken sounds yummy too. Man, I really need to go on a diet - everything sounds so good to me.
Badger, definitely have to have wine with Italian food. My grandparents used to make their own - grew their own grapes. My grandmother used to keep a jug of wine right next to her chair in the living room.
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Slow..........I just did the best with what God gave me...........I had a wonderful mother.......never knew my father........was married very young by todays standards.....(just 21), and had 3 babies in 3 years.........then 3 more spaced a tad better...........I was an only child.........my marriage was not made in heaven, but I worked at it, and learned you get out of something, what you put into it.............and I made sure I put all I had into it..........especially my children................they are all very, very, successful, and I guess that is all a parent can ask for............happiness and success in their kids.
My husband died way too soon....but some things are out of our control, and you just take the hand your dealt and go on...............no one ever said it would be easy........
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bc, I'm with you on that one. I'm most comfortable in flip flops or tennis shoes. I'd break my neck in a pair of shoes like that. I don't even think my feet could bend in that direction.
ducky, so true. We all have to play the hand we are dealt and make the best of it. Surrounding yourself with family, friends and wonderful people makes all the difference.
Found this cartoon and it made me laugh. Hopefully it can bring a chuckle to others who are in pain and not feeling so great today
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Slow............hysterical...........the stork must have been a male.......they never ask for directions...........LMAO.............
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Or listen to them either!
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Hope everyone is having a wonderful, stress free day.
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Ducky,
I love it!!!
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hahaha. Good one ducky. Nothing like a good laugh.
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I'd like to throw CA drivers in the fire - or at least the ones that like to go 90. I don't consider myself someone that drives slowly. The speed limit on our freeway is 65 here, 70 in some places. I typically drive 75/80. People are flipping me off everyday on my way to rads. Either that, or they are flashing their lights at me and cutting me off. They are looney as hell. This isn't a once in awhile thing. It happens whenever I get on that freeway. I can't imagine having a blow out going 90 mph. You'd be toast for sure. I love Oregon - no one gets in a hurry. The speed limit on the 5 fwy in Oregon is 55/60 mph. People are kind and considerate and move to the right if you want to go faster. Why can't CA drivers be like that? Always in a freaking hurry. Too many people. Sorry for the rant. Hope you're all having a wonderful day.
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