Italians can be very superstitious about cooking.
I make my GrandMother’s Stroufeli probably closer to what hers tasted like than anyone else in the family. When she passed on, I inherited the pot in which she made it.
My Pizza Rustica is pretty good, but it lacks that authentic touch.
My cousin once told me the difference was in the crust.
“That’s because you may have gotten Grandma’s Stroufeli Pot, but I got her Rolling Pin!”
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