Be grateful. It defies fear and hatred, and it celebrates life and love.
Growing up in the ‘big toe’ of the boot (Calabria), my mother would often help my Nonna make these peppers & garlic for the workers who picked olives on their farm.
But, per usual, unlike the typical American kid, I never asked, “Are we there yet?” I always asked, “Are we back in America?”
“Do you have cheese in your pockets,” the agent asked me. “What? Pardon?” I couldn’t believe my ears. I looked back at my brother with an intense look of panic and mouthed, “They know.”