
The pastiera I baked for today’s dinner.
I change my recipe every year. This time around I added orange-flower water, cinnamon, vanilla, lemon zest, and, instead of the various kinds of candied fruit that are traditional, two heaping tablespoons of bitter-orange marmalade, chopped up. This beautiful smelling thing is now cooling and waiting to be transported to my mother’s on 33rd Street.
Buona Pasqua to all my skinny guinea friends.




