I like to cook Puerto Rican food. That's what I grew up on: rice beans meat some Italian-American food. I know my way around the kitchen.

We were raised in an Italian-American household although we didn't speak Italian in the house. We were very proud of being Italian and had Italian music ate Italian food.

I love places that have an incredible history. I love the Italian way of life. I love the food. I love the people. I love the attitudes of Italians.

I love food all types of food. I love Korean food Japanese Italian French. In Australia we don't have a distinctive Australian food so we have food from everywhere all around the world. We're very multicultural so we grew up with lots of different types of food.

If your mother cooks Italian food why should you go to a restaurant?

The passion of the Italian or the Italian-American population is endless for food and lore and everything about it.

I do love Italian food. Any kind of pasta or pizza. My new pig out food is Indian food. I eat Indian food like three times a week. It's so good.

I always knew that food and wine were vital with my mother being Italian and a good cook.

Italian girls are famous for being snobby and expecting men to make the first move. In America if I don't make eye contact the guys won't come over and talk. American girls just go for it. You men are spoiled.

When I wasn't famous I had a lot of friends almost all of them Italian. The racism only started when I started to play football.

I also want to go to an Italian island and do cuisine properly with some famous Italian chef and like his mother.

My family was all born in Sicily and I'm Italian-American. They're the real thing. They're authentic Italians and honestly they're the most open-minded nicest people in the world and nothing can really offend them. That's the way I think true Sicilians are.

I grew up in a very old-fashioned Roman Catholic Italian-Irish family in Philly.

I eat a little bit of everything and not a lot of anything. Everything in moderation. I know that's really hard for people to understand but I grew up in an Italian family where we didn't overdo anything. We ate pasta yes but not a lot of it.

Growing up in an Italian family you use a harsh tone and 10 minutes later everybody forgets about it.

I come from an Italian family. One of the greatest and most profound expressions we would ever use in conversations or arguments was a slamming door. The slamming door was our punctuation mark.

As they say in Italy Italians were eating with a knife and fork when the French were still eating each other. The Medici family had to bring their Tuscan cooks up there so they could make something edible.

Italians come to ruin most generally in three ways women gambling and farming. My family chose the slowest one.

And just when we were at the end of our design process there was the news that the Italian government and the U.S. government had signed an agreement to fly the first Italian astronaut on that flight.

I can design a collection in a day and I always do cause I've always got a load of Italians on my back moaning that it's late.

My mother is Italian and my dad's Irish. In my family we're expressive. Nobody holds back.

Our last jam session was this past Christmas. Dad played his harmonica mom sang in English and Italian and I played guitar. I'm so happy that we could share that musical experience for one last time.

People who have not done their research on me do not know that I am European born in Copenhagen Denmark to an Italian father from Napoli and a mother from Alabama who was singing opera and went to Europe met my dad fell in love and then moved back to Rome where I was raised between Rome and Hamburg.

I wanted to be a skinny little ballerina but I was a voluptuous little Italian girl whose dad had meatballs on the table every night.