Monday, February 15, 2010
To quote one of Rocco's comments, worthy of its own post: "Nonna thinks that there's God in bread so she will not throw any of it out, ever. And, therefore, she always eats stale bread. If she knew how much bread I give to the birds in the backyard she would have a fit. Actually there's nothing like fresh bread. However as you know to me bread = Italian bread! Eaten cunsatu, Sicilian for fixed up, that is warm with olive oil a little sea salt and some pecorino...that's heaven. So nonna is right after all."