A tradition passed down for generations, Spaghetti Sunday has been part of my life for as long as I can remember. The smell is the smell of home, and about as Italian as I get, despite what my name might shout at you. Since Iansy and I moved into our flat, the last 4 or 5 Sundays have been Spaghetti Sundays.
Maw Cocozza kept us in tomatoes and herbs all our young lives, and my brothers and I are keeping the tradition alive - no less will be expected of the next generation.
Maw Cocozza kept us in tomatoes and herbs all our young lives, and my brothers and I are keeping the tradition alive - no less will be expected of the next generation.
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| Carlo's biscetti |
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| MY biscetti! |
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| Riccardo's biscetti |
As the only daughter in a mass of children, I was expected to memorise the recipe from an early age. This didn't happen. But as soon as I moved out my childhood home, I knew it was time. My brother Michele has let the side down this week with no biscetti photo...but with a newborn child to enjoy and take photos of, we can probably forgive him.
The recipe is a secret, you have to be a Cocozza, or married into the family before you can learn to make it. The main ingredient, Poison, is the bane of Iansy's greedy knowledge-hungry brain! Muhaha. Sorry, Preston - present me a ring, or no biscetti knowledge for you...
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| Iansy loves his biscetti! |
This morning we took Wee Sony out for a walk to the Botanic Gardens in the West End to see what he can really do...I'm thoroughly impressed. The word 'yum' was muttered more than once. Macro setting. Oh baby.
Doesn't it just make you want to paint?
Feelin' inspired, refreshed, and lucky to have a boyfriend who is made of pure awesome.
Tomorrow it's back to my Nazi bunker.
Stay tuned!
Xx
