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The iced lemon drop cookie hit my tongue and healed my heart.
“Food IS love, Sophie,” I said to my daughter who is returning to college tomorrow.
“I know, Momma,” she said.
We were both joking. Kinda.
I washed the sweet sarcasm down with a shot of Lavazza espresso loaded with sugar.
“In Rome, Italians pop into ‘bars’ for an espresso,” I shared. “They pound ’em like we do shots of tequila in Chicago.”
“Really?” Sophie asked. Since she attends University of Illinois, she could relate to the culture of pounding shots.
A small scoop of lemon ice served in the cutest little plastic glass thrilled her vegan heart.
It was a sunny, beautiful day in the great city of Chicago (and its environs), and I was thrilled to have an Italian bakery open just a few blocks from my house.
One of the cousins from the family owned bakery came and we began to chat.
“I grew up in the bakery,” he said.
“Really?” I said to him, “I grew up in a restaurant too!”
We smiled and shook hands. Of course each of us had homes. But there was an instant understanding.
I told him how excited I was to try the Napoleons.
“My dad will be thrilled. The only place that had good Napoleons was the old, old Marshall Fields,” I said.
“Yes!” my paesano said. “We all learned how to make the pastry growing up. It’s different from phyllo.”
“A true craft,” I agreed.
Benvenuto a tutta la famiglia!
Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony.