My contribution to the Christmas feasts to which I was invited consisted of making an antipasto and making my nonna’s sweet bread.
Since it’s hard to find all the stuff to make an antipasto from scratch here in Alaska, I went to a store and bought everything from their antipasto bar. I can only pray my father was not looking down from heaven and watching me because I know I’ve shamed him by my actions.
While making my nonna’s sweetbread, I had a brilliant impulse to put pecans in it. It wasn’t until the bread was rising that I realized I’d messed with one of my family’s sacred recipes. Now I know for sure I can never die because if I go to heaven, nonna will kill me.