- This is my first time, hi baby.
(moans)
- Ah!
(speaking Italian)
(both laughing)
(Italian classical music)
My name is Flora Narvina, I'm from Naples, Italy.
This is my niece, she don't speak English.
I never have frozen pasta.
To make good pasta, you make the measurement right.
Ya know, a little flour, the semolina,
and make 'em right, I know I do right when I make pasta.
(speaking Italian)
- Brava.
- L'amore.
(old style Italian music)
For us,
alfredo is a name no pasta.
It looks ugly.
Too sticky.
We try.
(Flora coughs)
Is no cook.
It's very hard.
I'm sorry, is not my kind of pasta.
I make this a la'bolognese. (Santina sighs)
- Ah sì.
- Yeah, very good salsa.
(old school Italian music)
- It look like, like lasagna,
but to me it's not lasagna.
(old style Italian music)
(Flora coughs)
- No.
It's acid. (Santina speaking Italian)
It's acid.
(Santina groans)
I make ragu for lasagna.
The pasta al dente not mushy,
and the salsa, not with this kind of taste.
It's like an acid salsa.
I'm sorry, maybe American people will like it.
(old style Italian music)
It look like the bowl you eat the cereal, not ravioli.
(Santina wails)
If somebody once serve this to me,
I tell I'm sorry I can't eat pasta I am on a diet.
(speaks Italian)
The ricotta is not smooth, it's very,
like, taste like cottage cheese.
(old style Italian Music)
Come one eat!
Manga!
No it's little pasta.
This is my first time,
hi baby. - [Woman] Well?
(both groan)
(laughing)
- I'm sorry.
Yeah, eat meatball.
(speaking Italian)
No, I don't eat meat.
(Santina speaking Italian)
No, no way, no way, no way, no way, no manga!
No maybe they--
(old style Italian music)
I like garlic.
I cook with garlic, all my kind of food.
(speaking Italian)
(laughing)
(old school Italian music)