I now understand why Italians have two kitchens in their homes. One for “making something in” and the other for everyday general use like, oh I don’t know…dinner 😳I grew up next door to a wonderful Italian family who I still keep in touch with and has left my sisters, my parents, and myself with some great childhood memories.
One which happens to be my “current hell moment” is Tarelli. An Italian biscuit, also known as the Italian wine cookie if you will.
I have flour all over my kitchen, I was in complete disarray before as my husband walked in as I was also trying to make dinner at the same time.
Timed cooking fail.
Cooking is not my forté!
Hopefully these will be as good as the ones I remember eating