crostata, crostata

There is often a huddle of people waiting outside the nondescript bakery on a corner of the Jewish ghetto, the one so small there is only room for 3.5 customers at a time, the rest obliged to wait outside gazing into the windows filled with biscotti and¬†crostate¬†and whatever festive specialty there happens to be at that point in the Jewish calendar. The cherry and ricotta … Continue reading crostata, crostata