Italian-Americans live longer thanks to this diet
It’s 3 p.m. on Arthur Avenue in The Bronx, and Filomena Magavero settles in for a late lunch inside the venerable Mario’s, a favorite Italian restaurant on this strip of Old World butcher shops, fish stores and bakeries. She sips a gin martini (“Is there any other kind?” Magavero gamely asks), and orders filet of flounder oreganata.
“Fish is my mainstay,” says the diminutive and neatly coiffed Magavero, eyes sparkling. “Plus, I grew up eating legumes, and I still like my lentils and chickpeas.” As for the martini? “I have one whenever I eat out — which is about five times per week — but I don’t drink at home, because I never want to drink alone.”
Magavero’s attitude belies her 94 years. What else accounts for the Bronx native’s longevity and spunky demeanor? She routinely walks 15 blocks from her apartment to the shopping district near Arthur Avenue, keeps herself looking good (manicured nails, pressed clothing, stretching exercises, a seemingly perpetual smile) and doesn’t allow frustrations to fester. “You should hear how I holler when I’m in my room all alone. [I yell,] ‘Why? Why is this happening?’ I don’t get an answer, but I do calm down.”
Magavero is living proof that it’s not only Italian old-timers in the Amalfi Coast village of Acciaroli who defy laws of aging and mortality… Read more at New York Post.
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