So far, I’ve told you quite a few stories about my aunt and uncle in the countryside. That was our Italian side of the family. Let me introduce to you our American (well, Italian/American) relatives. Ever since I can remember, they’ve lived out by the sea, just south of Rome, in Anzio. When Marta and I were young (really young), we would often go and spend the day at the beach, eat at our uncle’s restaurant, and play around with our cousins (and their 7 pitbulls!!! – I kid you not.). But over the years, although the distance is not all that much, life seemed to get in the way of visiting each other. So for most of our lives, we’ve had our favorite cool American relatives just a tad too far away.
A few weeks ago, they hopped in their car and paid us a visit. In honor of our American roots (and my mom and her sisters’ crazy love for coffee cake), we decided to bake one. They stayed for a few days, and every night they were here we ate till we dropped, and then just before going to bed, I baked something for the next morning (in our house, desserts won’t last any longer than that!).