I grew up in an Italian American family, so from an early age, food was my love language. My beloved Gramma Pippa was a master in using mouth-watering desserts and meals to cure just about any ill, from an adolescent broken heart to plain old boredom. Her wholesome fare could perk me up, not because it ticked off all boxes on taste (although it always did), but because it was prepared with love and with special consideration for me and my whole family.

Praise the Lord

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