Per l'amore di Torrone e Biscotti...
I was raised on these things,
In the long, long shadow of Lady Liberty's torch,
A blessing from when the poetry of Ellis Island was still felt by American hearts.
The soft,
Delicate,
Incandescent flavors,
The intentional lingering aftertaste,
A sip of coffee melts generational wealth in your mouth.
My childhood was truly rich,
In ways that gold couldn't touch,
In flavors I pray survive,
The blender of cultures we were once proud to be,
I can eat three years old right out of a $10.00 box.
My delight in a new-found Italian market is an echo,
One best shared.
Love is best in a broad pallette of colors,
We can't bleach ourselves into greatness.
Greatness comes from our ability to master synthesis,
Without losing the lustrous flavor of a torrone.
From soul food and blues,
To ebelskieves and runes,
Or the lustrous Friday night fish,
Our hodgepodge is the best stewpot.
E pluribus unum,
That is greatness.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 05/30/2025
