I have a soft spot in my heart for gorgonzola cheese. It makes me chuckle too. All because of my Grandfather Filippo Garrubbo. Born in the USA in 1908, his parents longed for Italy and so returned there just a few years later. Shortly thereafter, his father, older brother, and uncle were killed in a quarry explosion while my grandfather was sent on an errand to buy cigarettes. This tragedy made him into the gentlest of souls. I suppose this is why he felt compelled at age 75 to tell me about what he called his life’s most cruel behavior, some 50 years earlier.
You see, when he eventually returned to America as a teenager, he took a young woman on a date to the movies. He leaned over to kiss her and immediately noticed that her breath was terrible. So bad, in fact, that he excused himself to the bathroom and never returned. “She was such a nice girl,” he told me with his thick accent, “but her breath smelled like a gorgonzola cheese.” And now, some 75 years after that fateful date, I cannot think of gorgonzola cheese — or smell bad breath for that matter — without smiling and thinking of my grandfather.
So in his honor, please enjoy this fragrant dish. And bring breath mints for your guests.
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