One early August evening finds us outside in Auntie's blooming garden with Cugino's closest 80 or so relatives, all congratulating the two on their wedded bliss. This house party is like none you will find in the typical American home. The food, of course is ridiculous, a colossal centerpiece big enough to end world hunger and still maybe have a snack for later. Home cooked, homegrown, and humble in its fabulousness, there is no meal that is better than one created by several generations of family. This is the typical expectation of an Italian party, but as I circulate among my adopted family, I take note of the peripheral activities.
One corner of the bluestone patio is carved out with a bocce court. The kids all take turns making their own games; older cousins supervising and trying to keep order while the youngsters narrowly avoid concussing someone with the palino. Each child is included, all whims are vocalized, and harmoniously incorporated. The United Nations could learn something here. When the games get old they will all tear around the house at raceway speeds, until finally, the gas will give out and pajamas are grudgingly put on.
Nonnas are gathering the little, sleepy bundles up and making their way to comfortable chairs and corners under the fig trees. Each child gets undivided attention and love from whoever may be holding them, and maybe a special lullaby sung in a language not from these shores. Who can resist? Eyes close and little breath softens. Nonna is fulfilled, Mom and Dad have a quiet respite and bambino has sweet dreams.
An aging Romeo is making his way around the courtyard, dispensing gardenia blossoms picked from a tree to all the young moms. The courtly gesture makes us feel pretty and girlish, and restores his memory of the glory days. His envious compagni down a shot of grappa to his health- salute! One bella-mama tucks the blossom into her decolletage... ah, that catches her husband's eye and a quick wink confirms his love. The Italians are nothing if not lovers...
Lovers of food which is enjoyed as a primal gift for the senses. Lovers of family as the center of all that is good and right in this world. Lovers of romance as the thread to tie this package together and make it worth opening up in the first place. Do yourself a favor: channel some Italian love in your home tonight. It will be worth it, I promise.

