How Italian Easter Bread takes me back
Family traditions and food usher us into Holy Week
When I was a little girl, I used to love to go to my Grandma Sara’s house for Easter. When you walked in her kitchen anytime during Holy Week, you were greeted by the intoxicating aroma of fresh bread. Grandma would make a little braided loaf for each of us kids.
Yep, that’s right. A personal loaf for each of us. The best part was I didn’t have to share …
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