E’ mi fiol…
When the azdora welcomed a new bride of a son into the house, she immediately subjected her to an initial examination by having her make the soup, and she paid close attention to whether the young woman made a very thin and round dough, whether she put in the right ingredients, and formed an immediate impression of the culinary skills of the bride who, a little in awe, tried to put in her best effort.
The azdora supervised and observed every behaviour of the newcomer so that she could then say:
E’ mi fiol l’ha ciap ben.
And my son got a good one.