I Was Invited Out… Come Visit Me!

An online friend, Laura Hedgecock, kindly invited me to write a guest post on her blog. She writes primarily about sharing memories, so I shared—what else?—a memory about my Italian heritage.

Please join me over at her blog to read about Easter bread and Easter pizza, and what that means to me: http://treasurechestofmemories.com/2013/03/20/recipe-for-posterity/

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8 Comments Add yours

  1. Michele says:

    Brings me down memory lane. We will be making this in just a few short days. My whole family gets involved. They help prepare the meat, cheese and eggs. I make the dough. Then we have an assembly line to make the pizzas. I make a few that I give away, but the rest, we enjoy at home. I am hoping this year for my children to be awake to make the dough. I have shared this recipe with several friends, but most don’t want to do the work involved. I never considered it work, but rather a way to spend quality time with my family.

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    1. Staci Troilo says:

      It’s not really work when the family’s in the kitchen with you, is it? Maybe a labor of love, or just time well spent. Especially when you get to enjoy the fruits of your labor. (That’s kind of a weird metaphor.) Enjoy!

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  2. Joy Keeney says:

    Staci, great post. I enjoyed hearing the story of the family tradition…I’m now wanting some lasagna and Easter bread 🙂 Some of my favorite holiday memories happen in the kitchen with loved ones.

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    1. Staci Troilo says:

      Can’t go wrong with anything Italian!

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  3. patgarcia says:

    Hi,
    I read your article and enjoyed it. I left a comment on the site.
    Ciao,
    Patricia

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    1. Staci Troilo says:

      Thanks for reading and commenting. I replied on Laura’s site. Buon giorno!

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  4. Joe says:

    Great post, what wonderful memories! Our big Italian Easter feast was always lasagna, which we affectionately called “Eastalasagna”. 🙂 As I get older, these holidays from the past are getting harder to remember, so it’s nice to see writing like this that can jar the brain cells a little bit.

    We make pizza at home as well, and my daughter just learned herself…while she was in Italy!!

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    1. Staci Troilo says:

      Forget the photos. I hope she’s cooking for you ALL THE TIME! That’s the kind of souvenir I’d want… the kind that keeps on giving and giving and giving. Of course, I doubt my waistline and hips could take the abuse…

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