In the late 1970s, my mom left her small hometown in Puglia, Italy, to live in L’america! Brucaleen, to be specific. While she was likely anxious and worried to leave her life behind, the excitement of starting her own version of the American dream was stronger.

Another force on her side — a slew of Giovinazazze (locals from her town) had also immigrated to Brooklyn and she would seek them out for help. The little community they fostered meant their life in Italy wouldn’t be left behind completely — at least not the traditions, customs, and amazing meals.