June 17, 2014
Author: Lauren Berman
Growing up in an Italian family Sunday dinners were a whole day affair. The meal began about noon (yea, dinner?) and ended around 6, generally with half the clan fast asleep in a lawn chair or at the table. If it was a “special dinner” celebrating a birthday or holiday, we would have this tower of honey goodness piled high with sprinkles and love. Only my grandmother has been able to get the consistency of the dough just right… the two generations since have been hard as rocks.
No recipe, wing it!
No preparation instruction.
Posted in Baked Goods and Desserts
Tags: Delicious, dessert, holidays, honey, San Francisco