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“Ancora oggi a Bagheria si fanno dei gelati squisiti, piccoli fiori di cioccolata ripieni di pasta gelata molle e profumata, al gelsomino, alla menta, alla fragola, al cocco. Per non parlare del più tradizionale “gelo di mellone” che non è un gelato come sembra ma una gelatina di cocomero dal colore corallino disseminata di semi di cioccolato. E che dire del “gelato di campagna” che è una specie di torrone di zucchero dai colori delicati, il cui gusto al pistacchio si mescola a quello della mandorla e della vaniglia?L'ultima volta che ho mangiato i dolci di Bagheria ero in visita a villa Valguarnera in visita a zia Saretta che poi è morta lasciando la villa e tutte le ricchezze ai gesuiti, con grande dispiacere degli eredi di sangue. I quali hanno infatti subito impugnato il testamento. I gesuiti, molto saggiamente, hanno pensato che una villa così monumentale è difficile da mantenere, avrebbe procurato più grane che altro, più spese che comodità e se ne sono lavate le mani. Nel frattempo, i ladri sono entrati e hanno portato via tutto, perfino le statue del giardino.”

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Bagheria

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Dacia Maraini
Dacia Maraini

Dacia Maraini is an Italian writer born on November 13, 1936. Her works span various literary forms including novels, plays, poetry, and prose, known for their profound social insight and exploration of women's fates. more

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