In a town in Calabria,a long time ago,there lived an old lady called Strega Nona,which meant
"Grandma Witch"
Althought all the people in the town talked about her in whispers, they all went to see her if they had troubles.
Even the priest and the sisters of the convent went,because Strega Nona did have a magic touch.
She could cure a headache,with oil and water and a hairpin.
She made special potions for the girls who wanted husbands.
And she was very good at getting rid of warts.
But Strega Nona was getting old,and she needed someone to help her keep her little house and garden,so she put up a sign in yhe town square.
She sang:
Bubble,bubble,pasta pot.
Boil me up some pasta,nice and hot.
I'm hungry and it's time to sup.
Boil enough pasta to fill me up.
And the pasta pot bubbled and boiled and was suddenly filled with steaming hot pasta.
Then Strega Nona sang:
Enough, enough, pasta pot,
I have my pasta, nice and hot.
So simmer down my pot of clay
Until I'm hungry another day.
"How wonderful!" Said Big Anthony. "That's a magic pot for sure!"
And Strega Nona called Big Anthony in for supper.
But too bad for Big Anthony, because he didn't see Strega Nona blow three kisses to the magic pasta pot.
The next day when Big Anthony went to the town square, he told every one about the pasta pot.
And naturally everyone laughed at him, because it sounded so silly-a pot that cooked all by itself.
"You'd better go and confess to the priest, Big Anthony," they said.
"Such a lie!"
And Big Anthony was angry.
"I'll show them!" He said to himself.
"Someday I will get the pasta pot and make it cook! And they'll be sorry."
That Day come sooner than event Big Anthony would have thought, because two days later Strega Nona said to
Big Anthony,"I must go over the mountain to the next town to see my friend, Strega Amelia. Sweep the house, feed the goat, and milk her. For you lunch,there are some bread and cheese in the cupboard. And remember, don't touch the pasta pot."
"Oh, yes-yes- Strega Nona," said Big Anthony. But inside he was thinking, My chance has come!
As soon as Strega Nona was out of slight, Big Anthony went inside and put the pasta pot on the floor.
"Now let's see if I can remember the words," said Big Anthony.
And Big Anthony sang:
Bubble, bubble, pasta pot,
Boil me some pasta, nice and hot.
I'm hungry and it's time to sup.
Boil enough pasta to fill me up.
And sure enough, the pot bubbled and boiled and began to fill up with pasta.
"Aha!" Said Big Anthony, and he ran to the town square and shouted, "Everyone get forks and plates and platters and bowls. Pasta for all at Strega Nona's house. Big Anthony has made the magic pasta pot work."
Of course everyone laughed, but ran home to get forks and plates and platters and bowls, and sure enough, when they got to Strega Nona's the pasta pot was so full it begging to overflow.
Big Anthony was a hero!
He scooped out pasta and filled plates and platters and bowls.
There was more than enough for all the townspeople, including the priest and the sisters from the convent.
And some people came back for two and three helpings, but the pot was never empty.
When all had had their fill, Big Anthony sang,
Enough, enough, my pasta pot,
I have my pasta pot nice and hot.
So simmer down, my pot of clay
Until I'm hungry another day.
But, alas, he did not blow the three kisses!
He went outside and to the applause of the crowd, Big Anthony took a bow.
He didn't notice the pasta pot was still bubbling and boiling, until a sister from the convent said, "Oh , Big Anthony, look!"
Pasta was pouring out of the pot all over the floor of Strega Nona's house and was coming out the door!
Big Anthony rushed in and shouted the magic words again, but the pot kept bubbling.
He took the pot off the floor, but the pasta kept on pouring from it.
Big Anthony grabbed a cover and put it on the pot and sat on it.
But the pasta raised the cover, and Big Anthony as well, and spilled on the floor of Strega Nona's house.
"Stop!"yelled Big Anthony.
But the pasta did not stop and if someone hadn't grabbed poor Big Anthony, the pasta would have covered him up. The pasta had all but filled the little house.
Out of the windows and through the doors came pasta, and the pot kept right on bubbling.
The townspeople began to worry.
"Do something, Big Anthony,"they shouted.
Big Anthony sang the magic song again, but without the three kisses it did no good!
By this time the pasta was on its wat down the road and all the people were running to keep ahead of it.
"We must protect our town from the pasta," shouted the mayor. "Get mattress, tables, doors-anything to make a barricade."
But eve that didn't work. The pot kept bubbling and the pasta kept coming!
"Were are lost," said the people, and the priest and the sisters began praying. "The pasta will cover our town," they cried.
And it certainly would have,had Strega Nona not come down the road, home from her visit.
She didn't have to look twice to know what had happened.
She sang the magic song and blew the three kisses and, with a sputter, yhe pot stopped boiling and the pasta came to a halt.
"Oh, grazia-thank you, Strega Nona,"the people cried.
But then they turned on pour Big Anthony.
"String him up," the men of the town shouted.
"Now, wait," said Strega Nona. "The punishment must fit the crime." And she took a fork from a lady standing nearby and held it out to Big Anthony.
"All right, Anthony, you wanted pasta from my magic pasta pot, "Strega Nona said,"and I want to sleep in my little bed toninght. So start eating.
And he did-poor Big Anthony.
THE END
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