Showing posts with label Milan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Milan. Show all posts

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Amami! (Love me!) What?


If you stream RTL 102.5, Italian radio, (their app is great, by the way; they have an all Italian music web radio channel plus others), you might have heard this rousing anthem sung by Emma, "Amami."  I first thought it was someone's name (something close to Amelie) and didn't pay much attention to it until I noticed some Italian gals singing the chorus with fervor. Then later, after seeing the title on 102.5's app while it was on-air, I thought, "Ah ha!" The light went on, as what happens in the second language acquisition process. "Ama" is the informal imperative of love, amare, and "mi" is the pronoun referring to me.

So the next question in my analytical mind on the tram to an English lesson, is this "love me" in the sense of a command? Like stand up, sit down, love me, jump, etc? Or is this the exasperation of a woman who is pouring herself out desperately to a man who's just not that into her? Or perhaps is it her seizing a timely opportunity with someone she's cared about for a while but has lacked the courage or the circumstance or right words to allow for her express herself, so one day she just blurts out, "Amami" as some kind of pent up release. (Reminiscent of the pent up release  in Sense & Sensibility near the end with Emma Thompson).

I also wondered if this would make a good song for teaching imperatives if i ever go back to the States and teach Italian.

I remember in 1996 when Evita came out on film starring Madonna. The soundtrack is incredible; I think I know every song by heart. It's one of those press and play albums. My reaction to one of the songs on the album, "You Must Love Me" was, "Huh, you're ordering this man to love you on your command? That's not how love works." It's a modal giving an obligation in one sense.  It was only after watching the film did I gain the understanding and better appreciate the context. Juan Peron's done all these nice things for Eva. She was a bastard daughter raised in poverty who was refused from attending her own father's funeral and shown many hardships. She then concludes about Peron, you've done all these nice things for me, and now, sick with cancer, you're still by my side, therefore you must love me.  
Eva's headstone under the false name.

A memorial marker placed in July 2005.
Incidentally, Eva's body was buried in Milan for a while. After the military coup removed Peron from power in 1955, they removed her body from display and kept it hidden in government offices. But somehow candles and flowers would turn up on it. So in 1957, they moved her body Cimitero Maggiore di Milano where she was buried under a false name, Maria Maggi de Magistris, and stayed for about 15 years.  Here's the  article from the BBC on Eva's post-mortem travels.

[And on another tangent, Eva died at the age of 33 from cervical cancer which is caused by an STD, HPV, which goes through condoms. She ought to be associated with the educational outreach for this disease.  80% of American women will have been infected by HPV by the age of 50. It's one of the slow growing cancers that can be caught with an annual pap smear. A distant relative of mine died from it later in life.  That's the challenge with this disease; it can't be caught if you don't get your annual pap smear. It doesn't matter if you've been married to the same guy for 10 years or are a widow in her 60s or 70s.  The end of my Public Health Service Announement.]

Language is fascinating and fluid in so many ways; context and nuance change everything. Imparami (learn me!) to its students, does it sing.

Update: September 12
Maybe the answer which I seek will be found after I translate the song and discover the context. :)  I think the song is love me is in the romantic sense of pour your love on me, lay all your love on me.  She talks about love me like the summer rain covers the earth, like a lighthouse sends light into the sea, etc.


Monday, November 26, 2012

Panettone without preservatives

Chocolate, pasta, and... panettone!  Panettone is a Christmas-time cake with its modern day roots from Milan but is now popular all over Italy.  The Romans prepared a sweet bread with honey, but today's panettone only came to be in the early 20th Century.  

In the 1920's Angelo Motta changed the process of making the a traditional sweet bread by letting it rise 3 times which takes 20 hours.  He and rival, Gioacchino Alemagna, industrialized the process.  With enough competition, the prices dropped and by the end of WWII, it became one of the most popular sweets in Italy. (Motta & Alemagna's brands were bought by Nestle, and later were bought by Verona-based brand, Bauli.)


I went to the 5th Annual King Panettone, Festival of Milanese Desserts, this weekend.  It featured 36 pastry shops offering free tastings.  It was filled with women, couples, and families looking to partake in the sampling and purchase their Christmas panettone.  All of the panettoni were made without preservatives or emulsifiers (an additive used to keep oil and water mixed together, eg, mayo).  After walking around and sampling them all, I decided on 1 kilo of the Star of Vesuvius, made with apricots from the pastry shop of the year in Italy, 2010-2011, Sal de Riso, from Tramonti, Salerno, Campania, near where my great-grandmother was born. Their chef, featured here in a video on the right from the 2010 fesitival, was there serving the slices of panettone.  I also sampled the limoncello, mixed berry, and the classic ones.  Their panettoni were fresh and soft.  Delicious.

And then I bought a half a kilo of the classic panettone from Morandin located in Saint Vincent, Valle d'Aosta (northwestern Italy).  The renowned Italian wine and food magazine, il Gambero Rosso (The Red Lobster) has declared Morandin's classic panettone as the best in Italy, and the best in the last 50 years.  The Gambero Rosso conferred on them this distinction for their making and using their own natural yeast and candied Sicilian oranges.  The gal at their table was very nice; she explained this to me English and told me to visit Valle d'Aosta where you can ski and eat panettone.  And they're awaiting my visit!  (Vi aspettiamo). :)

Here's a recipe of theirs: il panettone a lievitazione naturale di Rolando Morandin.

Comi Pasticceria's classic panettone had a nice, moist, buttery flavor.  And Pasticceria Martesana had a soft, sweet flavor.  Budget limitations prohibited me from buying some to bring home to my family for Christmas.

Inspired to celebrate Christmas Italian-style and cook your own?  Here are step by step instructions.

This is in Italian.


This one is in English.











Buon Cucina!

Some of my sources:

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Mosquitos in Milan

Mosquitos take their vocation to a whole new level in Milan.  Before, I lived on the ground floor.  Now, I'm living on the 7th floor (8th floor by US standards).  No matter where I am at dusk, whether entrenched in the internet or later sleeping in bed, I am attacked. 

The fear invoked upon your first encounter with these miniature monsters is incredible.  You'll do ANYTHING to avoid getting the swollen bumps and endless itching.  You'll sweat in your room with the windows closed.  Cover yourself with a blanklet or a sheet.  You move your legs around irrationally hoping that somehow this fast-moving and irritating insect will be tricked.

No, sir.  These mosquitos are a different breed from the ones in the US.  They move more quickly.  And they're silent---you can't hear them buzzing.  You can't even feel them sit on your skin. 

They're merciless--they'll bite through your clothes. 

My roommate is smart.  She has netting over her bed.

Why there aren't screens on the windows in Italy, I don't know...

I have begun to stop worrying about them.  Mind over matter is my next move with these blood-mugging manipulators.  I'll let know how that goes.

But until, then, I'm itching and moving my legs away...

Update, July 2:  I'm wearing mosquito spray at home every night--it's much better!