The church clergy at that writ the best collection of tracts against popery that ever appeared.

Yet in Utica, New York, which has a strong Italian-American identity, families continue a tradition of dry-cured sausage-making brought over from southern Italy by their grand- and great-grandparents at the beginning of the twentieth century.

You use ta give a good meetin'. I recollect one time you give a whole sermon walkin' around on your hands, yellin' your head off.

[…] I popped the last of the strawberry sangers into my mouth, craned my neck over the bureaucrat′s gelati-hued shoulder and feasted my eyes.