
As the festive season approaches, I think of my mom and her enigmatic smile, and how she diligently and lovingly prepared our favourite Christmas sweets. One of these is nacatole. In many households in Calabria and wherever Calabresi are dispersed around the world, Christmas is a time of renewal. Nonne pass along the family recipe, and mothers and daughters bond around this jubilant activity. The ancient Byzantine recipe (the name is derived from the dialect, naca-culla or rocking the crib of baby Jesus), suggests the shape of the treat, like…
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As the festive season approaches, I think of my mom and her enigmatic smile, and how she diligently and lovingly…

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