This is a splinter-free zone

Welcome to The Wooden Spoon! Your one stop shop for that perfect sauce stirring utensil – or is it gravy? All jokes aside, this is my first “professional” blog entry for my web writing class at Penn State University (so go easy on me). It is my hope to keep this going post-graduation in a few months (keep your fingers crossed) should you (the reader of this blog) let me.

I am Italian-American, so it is my belief that I am fully qualified to rant, rave, and have an educated discussion on all topics involving Italians. While I was not “made in Italy” per say, I’m a direct product of two extremely hard-working Italian immigrants. In my lifetime I have heard enough “mangia!”, “Did you eat something?”, and “Bring this with you, you might get hungry!” to have me fully qualified to write this blog. In fact, as you probably already have guessed, that’s where the name for this blog comes from. Stereotypically (and maybe even in real life) wooden spoons are weapons that Italian grandmothers use to inflict pain on innocent bystanders and grandchildren who refuse to eat their food. So taking that with a grain of salt, or a cannoli if you have a sweet tooth, you get the meaning behind the metaphor that is my blog title. It is my goal, to take a light-hearted yet critical look at how Italians are portrayed in life, popular culture, current events, movies, and etcetera. Not exactly hard hitting news but perhaps enough to spark a discussion or debate.

If you stayed long enough to read all of that, well then maybe there’s a chance you’ll come back for more!

Grazie,

Nancy