I grew up in what I think is a typical Italian-American family, with big feasts on Sundays and holidays. My uncle owned and operated Gabrielle Macaroni, a company that made a variety of pastas with machinery he imported from Italy. He sold his pastas to several Italian specialty markets and restaurants.
Going to the Italian market as a child was a weekly outing to pick up meats, cheeses, olives, and pastas. It was the closest I got to "experiencing" Italy before I was old enough to travel there and see it first-hand. So the Italian market holds a special place in my heart.
Fonte: L'italo-Americano
