Nor Growing Up In An Italian Family
My Recent Italian Breakfast Sparked Some Warm and And Heartfelt Memories
Making this breakfast reminded me of my love of breakfasts growing up, being Italian and Nonna’s house.
- Sliced Italian bread, hot from the oven
- Sweet butter and preserves
- Intense, fresh roasted coffee
Growing up in an Italian family, food was the focal point of our day. My father owned a small breakfast and lunch restaurant near our house. The short distance allowed him to have breakfast with his children several times a week.
Once his prep was completed for lunch, he’d stop at the bakery on his way home to pick up several loaves of fresh bread hot from the oven. When he’d walk in the door, we’d rush to hug him and take the warm loaves from his arms. He loved this ritual, as did his children.
We’d slather butter on the warm slice sending it into all its nooks and crannies that would sometimes dribble down our chins. I can still hear the crackling sound as we’d bite into a crusty slice.
