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In Mimmo's Napoli - Prelude
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Legend says that the Siren
Partenope was captivated by the beauty of the Gulf
of Naples, which stretches between
Posillipo and Mount Vesuvius, and decided to
make it her domain. Every spring the beautiful mermaid would emerge from the sea
to greet the happy people who populated the shore, drawing them to her with joyous
songs of love. One time her voice was so melodious that the inhabitants ran
toward the sea, enchanted by the sweetness of the music, which the Siren
dedicated to them. To thank her, they decided to present her with their own
precious gifts. Seven of
the most beautiful maidens of the area were entrusted with offering the gifts
to Partenope: flour from the countryside; ricotta, a gift from the shepherds;
eggs, the symbol of life that always renews itself; tender berries of grain
boiled in milk, symbolizing the unity of the plant and animal kingdoms of
nature; orange flower water, the earth’s perfume also paying her homage; spices,
representing the people of faraway lands; and finally, sugar, representing the
ineffable sweetness of Partenope’s song in heaven, earth, and the whole
universe.
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The Siren, pleased
by the numerous offerings, returned to her watery home to place them at the
feet of the other gods. Intoxicated by her enchanting song, they mixed the ingredients
together and, using their divine arts, transformed them into the first
Pastiera, which even surpassed Partenope’s song in its sweetness.**
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Mary Tolaro Noyes lives in San Francisco, California with her husband Tom. After years dedicated to teaching and raising two sons, she has finally come to the writing she always meant to do. She first visited Bologna in 1994 and her book Discovering Bologna will soon be available.
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