My parents called me this morning to let me know that my great grandmother passed away last night. She turned 100 last fall.
I remember going to her house and she always had homemade cookies in the freezer. And she made us pizza fritta – only we called them belly bombers because it was so easy to eat too many pieces – with powdered sugar dusted on top. She and my great grandpa had what seemed like an enormous garden to me as a child, but I think was really a smallish kitchen garden, with tomatoes and basil and peppers.
I’m really glad she got to meet the girls, and they got to meet her…
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