We were raised in an Italian-American household, although we didn't speak Italian in the house. We were very proud of being Italian, and had Italian music, ate Italian food.
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I learned to speak Italian, somewhat. Definitely enough to get around in Italy. My grandfather always used to swear at my grandmother in Italian.
Italian was my first foreign language. I speak it better than English.
My husband is actually Italian-American, and he thought I was Italian when he first met me.
My father was adopted. He grew up in the Italian household.
Well, I'm Italian, but my family isn't stereotypical. I mean, I only have one sister and we don't yell or throw pasta at each other. My mother doesn't even have a secret spaghetti sauce recipe.
Most Italians who came to this country are very patriotic. There was this exciting possibility that if you worked real hard, and you loved something, you could become successful.
I know Italians and I like them. A lot of my father's best friends were Italians.
I was born and raised in New York, but my family on both sides is of Italian descent.
I am a proud Italian American, raised by an Italian mother and Italian grandparents.
I always knew that food and wine were vital, with my mother being Italian and a good cook.