Sunday 13th of February 2011. Crowds of women are parading in the major Italian cities as a reaction against the recent sex scandals. 
My dad is also there, because it’s not just the female dignity which needs to be defended. If not now, when? Says the demonstration slogan.
How did it all start? That thought is running through my mind.
A step back in time. To my childhood.
Mid ‘80s. Vasco singing on the radio and causing a major national drama with his song “Vita Spericolata” (Fast Living).
He’s one of the most popular Italian singers and that song will then become a generation anthem. Vasco was very much the expression of the Italian culture of the time, of the need of breaking the hypocrisy of a very conservative society as the Italian society has always been.
I remember an orange coloured audio tape. I was not older than six, when my family still lived in the old flat and my parents were in their late ‘20s. That audio tape constantly playing was Bollicine by Vasco. I used to love it and I still do.
Then we moved in a bigger house, in another city and I can’t remember those songs being played any more. 
It was the time when the commercial TV –used to be Fininvest and owned by a middle age Berlusconi, just turning his career from construction to media entrepreneur- was creeping into Italian society. I remember Drive In, a cult Sunday evening show, watched by millions of Italians. Just like Vasco, everyone loved it or at least knew about it. Apparently only a comedy show, in reality the beginning of a degeneracy whose consequences are evident now.
While Vasco was the positive expression of the need of change of the Italian society, the Drive In –as the most famous show of the commercial TV which will form part of the future Berlusconi’s media empire- represents the fallacious rebellion of that society.
From my childhood until now, that culture so permeate my daily living and the society I was living in, in such a way which wasn’t fully understood at the time. Now, as a consequence of the recent sex scandals, Italians are forced to open their eyes and see how that wasn’t an innocuous entertainment, but an expression of deceptive social values. The cult of image, emptiness and abjection of women . Is it how it started?
Now, back to present days. If the system is corrupted, however, great part of the Italians are not and they wanted to shout today if not now, when is it the time to get indignant?
Todays recipe is something very ‘80s: uova ripiene- tuna stuffed eggs. A Sunday or festive mummy recipe:
Ingredients (for 4 people):
4 large eggs
Mayo
Tuna
1 teaspoon full of capers
Black olives or chives for garnish
Boil the eggs, leave them cooling in cold water for 5”. Peel them, slice in half lengthwise and remove yolks. Mash egg yolks, stir in mayonnaise and the rest of ingredients finely chopped. Mix well until smooth. Season with salt and pepper.
Leave them in the fridge to cool for an hour. Garnish with olives or chives before serving.
More on today’s Italian Women protests: BBC News
Papunette 
Vitello tonnato, Uova ripiene,un pò di Bollicine e Vita spericolata. These are the ingredients for a recipe of my past, when on Sunday lunch on TV we watched “La Casa Nalla Prateria” and Berlusconi was just a builder… Thank you Papunette
Thanks Daniele! I am happy I brought back some memories.
Looking forward to trying your parmigiana!
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