You all know my Italian roots, so it may come as a surprise that as an Italian family, none of us bakers in the family ever made Panettone at home. We all knew that baking this at home was time consuming and even my paternal nonna, who was a very serious baker, would leave it to the pros. Every holiday, she would simply place an order with our local Italian bakery and “voila” fresh, delicious Panettone would magically appear at our home in time for us to polish it off before it even left the pretty wrapping it came in.
Men love Pie.
It’s a fact. Out of all the desserts that I have made in the past 6 years, Pie is by far my husband favorite dessert. I don’t make it as often as he likes, because well, you know, cooked fruit!
The funny part of it his, is that when I do make pie, it has never failed me (keep this in mind for later) – not once. Every single time, the pie is a success – I make my husband happy, he gets to stuff his face with a dessert that he is likes and I get to say that I made pie - in marriage is the little things. Then, I go into hibernation for months before I make another one.