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How did ‘Sunday gravy’ become a sacred sauce for Italian Americans?

Forget the bonds of religion, language or place — it’s pasta that unites immigrant families

One of the greatest Italian exports is the lore of the nonna. These formidable women, with hugs that smell like pasta water and strong opinions on going outside with wet hair, are deeply revered, particularly when it comes to food.

I can’t say the stereotypes are untrue. My nonna, a refugee to Canada, lived just a few blocks from where I grew up on the west coast. She was a constant presence in the upbringing of my brother and me, whether picking us up from swimming lessons bearing cold cafè latte, or during afternoons at her house, where she would read to us for hours. Best of all, was when she would cook. She made handmade fusi (a penne-like pasta), sticky polenta, gnocchi, calamari fritti and sweet treats like frìtole (Venetian-style doughnuts), and we would consume everything in abundance and with gusto. “Mangia!” she demanded, until we could eat no more.

About the photography

Photographer Alexander Coggin’s great-grandfather was born in Lazio in 1896 and made the journey to the US with his cousin when he was eight years old.

For this story, Alexander spent the day at his mother Lynn’s home in Philadelphia, where the tradition of Sunday sauce has remained alive and well for generations.

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