{"id":5122,"date":"2018-02-05T00:25:10","date_gmt":"2018-02-05T05:25:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.conviviobookworks.com\/blog\/?p=5122"},"modified":"2018-02-06T09:33:54","modified_gmt":"2018-02-06T14:33:54","slug":"dont-blush-heres-your-february-book-of-days","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.conviviobookworks.com\/blog\/dont-blush-heres-your-february-book-of-days\/","title":{"rendered":"Don’t Blush: Here’s your February Book of Days"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Type the Italian word minne<\/em> into Google Translator and ask it to translate to English and you may get what I got:\u00a0minne<\/i>\u2013\u2013the same word, repeated. Google did not see fit to translate such a word. But we’re all adults here, so I will translate for you:\u00a0Minne<\/em> is the Italian equivalent of, well… any number of English slang words for breasts:\u00a0boobs<\/em>,\u00a0tatas<\/em>, you can take your pick from a very long list.\u00a0This all brings us to one of the oddest days in the seasonal round: St. Agatha’s Day, when Sicilian bakeries prepare a once-a-year sweet delicacy known as minne de virgine<\/em>\u2013\u2013Virgin’s Breasts\u2013\u2013pastries that were invented by the nuns of Catania for us to savor with our espresso.<\/p>\n

Saint Agatha, or Sant’Agata<\/em> in Italian, lived in Catania in Sicily in the third century; she is sacred to those places, especially to Catania. The pastries are made from sponge cake with a mound of sweet ricotta cream on top, covered in marzipan and dotted, in the proper place, with a cherry. You may blush as you eat them, but the pastries come from the story of Agatha’s martyrdom for her faith: The Roman governor of Catania became enthralled with Agata’s beauty. Agata, however, one of the secret upstart Christians in town, had taken a vow of chastity to protect her virginity. The Roman governor would have none of it, though, and continued his advances. Agata continued to reject him to protect her faith\u2026 and for this she was sentenced to death by the governor. He had her killed in a gruesome manner that it pains me to describe for you. Yet I fear I must\u2026 for it\u2019s the only reason these delicious\u00a0minne de virgine<\/em> make any sense: he had Agata\u2019s breasts severed before roasting her above a bed of live coals. I told you it was gruesome.<\/p>\n

Sant\u2019Agata is now patroness of Catania. She is invoked for protection from breast disease as well as from volcanic eruptions.\u00a0It was the nuns of Catania who began baking the confections that we enjoy each Fifth of February, something they’ve been doing for centuries. It\u2019s part of what makes Catholicism so incredibly fascinating, especially in Italy.\u00a0Marzipan pastries in the shape of breasts made by Catanese nuns? This is probably a big part of what makes Protestants\u00a0so nervous around us Catholics, even to this day. We are a somewhat dramatic people.<\/p>\n

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The celebration in Catania has been going on for a few days now, but it all culminates tonight with processions through the city of large carriages and\u00a0spectacular\u00a0candelore<\/em>\u2013\u2013enormous towers with lit candles depicting scenes from St. Agatha\u2019s life. The\u00a0candelore are paraded and danced through the streets of Catania to shouts of\u00a0\u201cEvviva Sant\u2019Agata!\u201d<\/em>\u00a0by men in full costume, the towers hoisted upon their shoulders. (Again, not for the faint of heart.)<\/p>\n

I love when there are literary connexions to the foods we eat, and my Italian professoressa, Myriam Swennen Ruthenberg, should she be reading this, might be thinking now of a famous scene in Giuseppe di Lampedusa\u2019s novel\u00a0Il Gatopardo<\/em>\u00a0(The Leopard<\/em>, in its English translation) in which Don Fabrizio looks over a vast table of Sicilian desserts that include these\u00a0minne de vergine<\/em>, the breasts of St. Agatha. He asks for some and receives them and he beholds them on his plate. He thinks\u00a0of the famous paintings of St. Agatha presenting her own severed breasts on a plate. He asks, \u201cWhy ever didn\u2019t the Holy Office forbid these puddings when it had the chance?\u201d<\/p>\n

And so today I hope you can find at an Italian bakery some minne de virgine. You don’t need to blush when you order them; just point, perhaps whisper the word “minne<\/i>,” pay and go. And if you can’t find them, I have at least one something special for you today. It’s our monthly gift to you, somewhat belated this time around: The Convivio Book of Days Calendar<\/a>, this time for February. It’s a fine companion to the blog, a PDF that you can print on standard US Letter size paper. You’ll find also a bevy of new items in our Book of Days Catalog<\/a> for Valentine’s Day that we can ship to you pronto. We ship via US Priority Mail so most orders arrive in two or three days, and we offer free shipping if your order totals $50 or more (it’s a flat domestic shipping rate of $8.50 if your order is less, which is also not so bad).<\/p>\n

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The title photograph of minne de vergine in Catania is by Stefano Mortellaro, 2005 <\/em>[Creative Commons<\/em>] via Wikimedia Commons. The photograph of the statue of Sant’Agata comes to us thanks to Luisa Mangano-Johnson, a new friend of mine. She, too, is from Catania. We met last Saturday at the “Italy in Transit” symposium at Florida Atlantic University, where I got to speak about my family, the film “Moonstruck,” and the connexions between the two and my creative work<\/em> (including the<\/em> Convivio Book of Days).\u00a0Grazie mille, Luisa!<\/em><\/p>\n

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Type the Italian word minne into Google Translator and ask it to translate to English and you may get what I got:\u00a0minne\u2013\u2013the same word, repeated. Google did not see fit to translate such a word. But we’re all adults here, so I will translate for you:\u00a0Minne is the Italian equivalent of, well… any number of […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[95,50],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.conviviobookworks.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5122"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.conviviobookworks.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.conviviobookworks.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.conviviobookworks.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.conviviobookworks.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5122"}],"version-history":[{"count":15,"href":"http:\/\/www.conviviobookworks.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5122\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5148,"href":"http:\/\/www.conviviobookworks.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5122\/revisions\/5148"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.conviviobookworks.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5122"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.conviviobookworks.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5122"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.conviviobookworks.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5122"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}