I have wonderfully pleasant childhood memories of my Great-Aunt Pearl’s house. What a character she was. So full of spark and energy she used to wear us out. A fiery little Italian woman with greyish white hair who always, and I mean always, wore a string a white pearls. I am not sure if that is how she got her name (thereby being a nick-name). Maybe she wore pearls everyday in celebration of her pretty name. I thought it too impolite to ask her. Anyhow, I digress. Aunty Pearl’s house was always filled with the heady aromas of good italian cooking. Pots of deliciousness would be bubbling ferociously on the stove-top. One thing was for sure, we always left her house feeling so totally stuffed to the rafters with food. Fantastic memories and I share one of her recipes here with you.
Images: String of pearls ~ istock
all other images: Linda ~ Pleasures of the Plate