Opinion

December 31, 2009

Commentary: Some old memories add spice to new year

As the city slid into its darkest days over the last few weeks, I got a craving for something I haven't had since the holidays of my childhood: biscotti. Buttery, thin and warmed with anise, they always appeared around this time of year, carrying a flavor brought from Italy, the mysterious country my Nonna left behind when she came to America, the bride of a G.I. after the war. These biscotti were a New Year's party food, and my grandparents were New Year's party people.

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