You would think if you were going to dream about being someone else, you would dream of being someone like Jennifer Aniston. Or in my case, I might dream to be a famous chef or that I might like to be someone like the beautiful Nigella Lawson.
But no, not me. I dream of being a “Big Fat Italian Nonna” (an Italian Grandma).
I use the phrase in the most loving way possible, of course; the kind of Nonna that when she hugs you, you get lost just for second in her boobs, and you don’t really mind. My hair would always be the same, yet always perfect and out of the way. I would always be wearing an apron, that I made myself, of course. I would be the kind of Italian Grandma that always makes you eat and is always in the kitchen cooking. Why? Because it is where she is the most happy and where you will always find her, usually with a glass of wine in hand.
I would be the kind of Nonna that always spoke my mind. (Wow, what a change that would be for me!) I would be the one people would come to for advice, telling you to “shape up, and kick that no good for nothin’ [censored] to the curb” while preparing a fresh bowl of Spaghetti Carbonara.
I would be the kind of Nonna that gets up a 5:30 a.m. to go out and get fresh vegetables from the garden and milk the goats. The Nonna that goes to the local street market almost every morning – everyone would know me and be happy to see me but they would never try and give me anything that wasn’t the freshest and of the best quality because they would know I wouldn’t stand for it.
I would be the Nonna that invites travelers and people that I meet over for dinner with the family. I would never care if an extra ten people would show up for dinner. I would always have enough food for everyone. I would also be the kind of Nonna that would always seem to make everyone’s favorite dish every time they came over. Yet they would always feel like they were trying something new and wonderful.
I do have one major problem with this aspiration of mine… I am not even Italian, nor is there even any Italian in my family. I don’t even speak Italian. I do cook Italian food, though, and love it – I love what it stands for and how it’s about simplicity and bringing people together. Another problem with this dream, is that I watch what I eat and try to exercise, as well – somehow I cannot see me as the Italian Nonna as I have described her, at the gym working out, apron and all. But in my head, this is truly who I am – a “Big Fat Italian Nonna.” A girl can dream, can’t she?
Do you aspire to be like a chef or a cook that you know? Do you wish that you cooked like your mom, or like the guy at the greasy burger joint down the street? I’d love to hear your thoughts!
Ciao for now,
PS: I feel like I should give a brief description of my actual grandma. Nana, as we used to call her, is nothing like I describe above – she was such a cutie-patootie. She always looked like she was ready for anything. With perfect hair, perfect dress and a perfect apron to match, she was tiny and delicate, yet worked like a horse. One thing she does have in common with my story is that she was always in the kitchen; Nana made everything in the kitchen seem like a breeze. We would come over for a visit and the table would be full of food, even though we told her not to make anything as we had just eaten a big lunch. And then she would say, “Oh, this is nothing, just have a little bit.” It was her way to share what she loved with the people she loved.