I grew up in a predominantly Italian neighborhood, and about all I learned to say is "lasagna." Though with the right lasagna, that one word can be enough.
I've since studied Italian, although I have to admit, I do not know enough to decipher this lovely article
, which is about me and my research on Juliet's (alleged) balcony. It's from La Stampa, a newspaper in Turin.
That's worth celebrating. With a whole plate full of lasagna.