Someone brought in a loaf of panettone and it made me unexpectedly happy. My aunt used to make homemade panettone every year when I was growing up, and even though I would pick out the sultanas because I don’t like raisins, it was still one of those memorable traditions of the holidays.
My aunt no longer makes it (because who has time for that anymore?) and I’ve been known to pick up some store-bought to bring to family holiday gatherings, but haven’t the past couple of years because everyone has been so busy (this year especially). I even forgot about this “traditional treat” (I only remembered that I had no tamales. *cries*).
So now I’m sipping my tea and nomming on the comforting and homey taste of panettone, and feeling unexpectedly festive on this dreary Monday morning.
The Obsessive Dilettante 