Friday, 25 July 2014
A Caker in Itlee: Special Investigative Report
Speaking of over-boiled spaghetti, we all know that Italian-Canadians don't exactly hold caker culture in the highest regard. After all, they were the ones who called us “cakers” in the first place. But what about Italy Italians? I put on my Rafaella Carra wig and went undercover. You may be surprised by what I found.
Proudly being served by Italian great aunts this very minute.
I REST MY CASE, FOLKS.
A few other observations:
This sign was above a playground. I wish I had a baby cottage when I was growing up. Instead, my mom used to stick me inside a cardboard box. Anyway, I hope this sign made sense to the Italian-speaking people because it sure didn’t make sense to the English-speaking people.
Everyone made a big deal about this tower, but hello? It’s crooked.
I got pretty excited when I saw this. “WHERE'S THE CHURCH?!?” I screamed. Turns out that “bazar” means store.
All in all, Italy was a great place for cakers of all shapes and sizes. Just make sure that when you cross the street, point, say a prayer and run because it could be the last thing you do.
Ci vediamo la prossima settimana con una nuova ricetta Caker!