Politics of Memory

Abstract

Virginia Calanca. As soon as the war was over, by the year ’46, ’45, the people were, how can I explain, gaunt, they needed fats. So we made the Turin Bomb, a cake that is a cannonball of fat: coconut butter, egg, Strega liquor, very very good. And we sold it, that cake, you have no idea how much, by the ton: the Turin Bomb. The very word, bomb—nowadays, people wouldn’t eat it if you gave it out for free, but in those times everybody ate these huge balls of fat, because all it was was butter.