It’s a reality here in southern Italy that when it comes to the daily meals, the women serve. It’s their culture and it comes to them naturally. No one complains about it, aside from the occasional jealous sister bringing a fork to her brother. Not even the overworked mother rolls her eyes or lashes out with a “Get it yourself,” when her husband asks, “Is there any bread?” when within that phrase it’s intended, “And will you get it for me?” But after years of witnessing these little moments at the table, I see what’s really happening. And that is that the women rule. The men may make requests and orders, but the society is essentially matriarchal. “Without a woman the man would be lost,” most people here say. The women are maternal and caring; always ready to pour you a cup of espresso and listen to your problems, pat your head and give you a slice of their focaccia on a napkin. It’s in their DNA to serve, not as a servant, but as a way to show their love. Though it goes against American values of the modern woman or contemporary families where the dad makes dinner, I can see the beauty in it.
Does this infuriate you? Would you do this for your husband/dad/any male? Do you already?