|Zeppole waiting for Dads|
|The story of the Zeppole|
|The story of the zeppole|
On occasions like this, I like to imagine all the deep unfathomable love that my brother and I had for my Mum and Dad sort of wafting up to heaven and surrounding them like a big, fluffy, soft white cloud. They can bask in it, wallowing and luxuriating in all the love. Italians might think this sounds like a well-known coffee advert..
I brought back a baby doll for my little grand- daughter from England. On the box it proclaims to say 50 words. A great way for her to learn some English I told my son and daughter-in-law.My granddaughter wore a look of growing consternation as we listened to the doll mechanically repeat phrases such as "please put me in my pushchair " or " where is my highchair". Finally the doll said. "I love you mummy" , my grand-daughter 's little face cleared and lit up in sheer delight , she clutched the doll to her in an endearingly maternal way. "Ha detto che mi vuole bene" she said joyfully. "She said she loves me". From the age of about two she has been proudly telling other people that her nonna says "I love you" to her.