Cakes

I recall a time when Mommy came to Rome for the express purpose of teaching a friend of mine how to make “home-mades”. She rattled off each ingredient and my friend dutifully added each in order---flour, eggs, salt etc. Then began the process of kneading the dough. Mommy sat patiently as my friend clumsily worked the dough, using her fingertips, poking holes. She could stand it no longer! “Let me show you.” And so Mommy---using the heel of her palms, 'worked' the dough, 'til it “felt right”. I stood by and watched her work her magic. Mommy’s “home-mades” were always best!

Margie