The stories under the tree. We all have a secret memory of the holidays from when we were children. Maybe like this one, made up of cooking smells, hands-on and chatty aunts. Here is for you one of the stories of our editorial staff taken from the December issue
"Your palms are too hot to make pasta!" If there was a phrase that could offend me during the holidays it was this.
The fact is that when I was a child there was a recipe that stirred the family more than any other and this was the seven-sheet pizza. "Pizza" was mentioned in all phone calls and pre-Christmas family gatherings: "… and who makes pizza this year?".
Because the seven-sheet pizza was "the dessert" of the grandmother's tradition and the grandmother had been missing for a few years and nobody knew the real recipe, with the correct doses and procedure. And maybe no one really wanted to do it, except me.
Of course, a little support was needed, because pizza was, is, really complicated, especially for an elementary school girl. It took the mother, to remember the dough, "But perhaps grandma Rosaria also put a little white wine in it", "No, but this year we add more oil, otherwise it is dry", and dad needed to shell it walnuts, almonds and hazelnuts, to choose raisins, but the big one, the Malaga grape. And then came the advice – not always requested – from the aunts. And that sentence came from them too, while I was kneading with all my strength as a child: "Your palms are too hot to make pasta!"
But in the end each year the pizza was made up, seven layers of nuts, chocolate and spices. Always a little too sweet, or perhaps this year a little dry, and probably a little different from grandmother's each time, but always the stubborn protagonist of our Christmases.
Despite my warm palms.
This recipe has already been read 226 times!