Isn’t it funny how old-fashioned notions make their way into the present? Un Momento: A Taste of Italian-American Pastimes is a collection of short essays about author Gina Fava’s Italian-American life, a personal reflection on old-fashioned pastimes that have found their way into today. Whatever your own cultural heritage, you might find that you can relate to many of them. Some stories might invoke nostalgia, others may incite a desire to learn, share, and experience more about the Italian culture. Also included are never-before-published, traditional family recipes, expertly paired with the perfect wine. Take a moment to linger over stories of tradition, family, food, wine, art, travel, and other morsels rich with heritage.
GINA FAVA is the author of award winning short stories and the critically acclaimed international suspense thrillers The Race, the first in her HELL Ranger series, and The Sculptor (Best Mystery/Suspense Ebook by Indie Book Awards). Un Momento: A Taste of Italian-American Pastimes is her brand new collection of family recipes and personal essays on tradition, family, food, wine, travel, and art. Formula, the much anticipated sequel to The Race is due for publication soon. She travels to Italy often to hunt down hard-core grappa. A native Buffalonian, she lives with her family in New England. Visit GinaFava.com. Connect on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and Goodreads.
This passage is inspired by my family's visit to an Italian outdoor market. While the essay explores the joys of perusing open-air market treasures in Italy and America, I personally savor this moment in time for the cherished memories shared between my children and their grandparents. My hope is that readers will immerse themselves in all things Italian when they read this book. My wish is that they'll take a moment to savor life, too. Auguri!
Un Momento: A Taste of Italian-American Pastimes
A few years ago, my parents accompanied me and my family to Venice, where we hit the famed Rialto Market early enough that the garbage boats were still hauling away rubbish left by the overnight revelers. At the fish market, vendors slapped enormous large-fin saltwater monsters onto their tables of chopped ice, while my dad giggled like a kid in a candy store. My children’s eyes were almost as big as those of the enormous multicolored fish they ogled. After a couple hours, I spied my mom cuddling with my youngest, Mario, sharing a lovely moment beside a canal. As their legs dangled over the Adriatic inlet, red juice dripped down their fingers, their only market takeaway having been a quart of the juiciest strawberries sold at the fruit stand beneath the Rialto Bridge. Some treasures are meant to be consumed without delay, and with total abandon.