Pane Cunzatta
As I sometimes do on Sunday morning, I went into town and bought my own paper, and also the national paper that Paolo likes to read. Ignatzia had not been feeling really well in the hot weather, and I wanted a chance to stop by without her thinking I was there to get some of her wonderful eggplant, or bread, or fresh eggs, or home made sauce, or any of the other marvelous things she usually overworks to supply her family and me with.
At any rate, the bread was just coming out, and clearly they had not made as much as usual, but Ignatzia asked if I would like some Pane Cunzatta, as I do not think there was enough bread for her to offer me a full loaf, and have enough for her and Paolo and the three kids with families and anyone else who might stop by. Being shy about such things, I told her I would love to have some. She wrapped a quarter kilo of pane cunzatta in paper towels, and off I went. (that equals a half a pound).
The thing is, you have to eat it when the bread is at least still warm. So I hurried home and did.
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