But, seriously, it is great to be home, even when it gets conflicting exactly where "home" is, and even more so when my family dynamic has changed dramatically this year with the passing of loved ones, selling houses full of memories, and moving my life across an ocean in the middle of it. Sometimes, in all honesty, it feels a little bit confusing.
Confusion and all sorts of ails can be healed through food, fortunately, and this is one area my family excels at. We had a party (theme: generic family party to celebrate being together) today that reminded me again that no matter where my carta d'identità or drivers license say I live, the same flavors find me with the familiar sensation of being at home.
|Polpettone, normale - at least as normale as one can get made by an American gal in NJ|
For dessert, crostate filled with homemade marmalade (plum and apricot) from Tuscany and everyone's-favorite-and-oft-mentioned Uncle Uccio. I made one with an American crust, thinner and less sweet, and one with my Italian recipe, measuring out my grams until my significantly higher and sweeter apricot crostata came steaming out of the oven.
|"Italian" crostata in the front, with apricot jam, and "American" plum in the back|