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Christmas Memories
Lessons I Learned from Nonna
Our main Celebration was always on Christmas Eve, as is the Italian tradition. We would start off with a Spaghetti meal, a Caesar Salad, and Biscottis, as well as Nonna’s famous cookies, with homemade frosting, as I write this, the memories are so powerful I can almost taste the delicious food, and smell the Rose Water Perfume, one of the few perfumes that doesn’t trigger an instant migraine.
I’ve mastered most of Nonna’s dishes, not as well as her of course, but Biscotti’s I still struggle with. But one bite into an Anise Biscotti, I am sitting at the kids table at Nonna’s house, surrounded by cousins and good food. When we were old enough we would be allowed at the table with adults, even so we’d often gravitate back to that card table shattering about anything or everything.
When I was younger the adults would partake in Red Wine with their meal. A tradition that dated back to the old country, but after my Nonna and one of my Aunts had there gallbladder removed in short succession, the tradition…
