Not this past weekend, but the weekend before, we got together with the God Parents to partake in the annual Crostoli Making Day. A few weeks early this year, we celebrate Carnevale with decorations, sweet treats and good friends.
Rolling out the dough nice and thin.
Thankfully we don’t have to flash the hosts in order to get these beads.
I forgot how intense fried lard smells. Every item of clothing we wore had to be wash immediately.
The battle over the sugar is always the best part of the afternoon. Too much! Not enough! You’re spilling! Hurry up! Spread it out! Do you know how much sugar costs!?
Got canoli? Priceless.
Lady T had to step out for a moment and Mama Rossi had to take over the deep frying which was quite the scene. No one has ever done the deep frying before. Lady T is the only one who has the right touch.
Always with the sneak attack.
There is nothing like ending the weekend on a sugar high. Its great having new people join us each year. Watching them preform the rather easy task of sprinkling sugar over the warm crostoli while being yelled at the entire time is supremely entertaining. Another year of deep fried traditions in the books!