By Elizabeth Adams
From Peg Cochran’s Murder, She Reported series
I’d never been to Little Italy before I went with Detective Sal Marino. I live on the upper Eastside of Manhattan with my parents, and we stick to midtown and uptown although we occasionally dine at Delmonico’s, which is closer to the tip of the island, for steak and Baked Alaska.
Little Italy is an explosion of sights, sounds and smells. Drying clothes hang on lines across the street and flutter in the breeze. The air is redolent with the odors of onions and garlic frying, yeasty bread baking and pungent sausages and salami hanging in the butchers’ windows. Children play in the streets and housewives sit on stoops shouting to each other or yelling for their children to come home for lunch.
The repertoire of Mrs. Murphy, our cook, tends toward bland dishes like stews and chicken fricassee and rice pudding. But now for the first time I tasted sharp cheeses, clams, spicy pasta sauce and even cannoli. It was all so strange, exotic and absolutely wonderful. I can’t wait to go back.
Have you ever gone anywhere that really awakened your senses to something new?
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