I was touched by your childhood story Ivonne…indeed it would be a huge loss if we started loosing our childhood memories.

Food is a powerful thing. I have so many memories linked with food, taste, smell and feeling. I liked your story - cookies for breakfast what a great breakfast! These cookies sound delicious. Wendy

Another cookbook feeding the addiction. Everybody should have childhood memories like that Ivonnie. Maybe I’ll stop worrying about forgetting the grocery list.

Ivonne ~ I didn’t eat anything so different as these when I was a kid, but I am in complete agreement about wishing some things (like food) to stay in the memory longer than others. Last night my mother made a cheesecake, just like she used to when I was a kid. I had flashbacks the entire time I ate the cheesecake. It was quite moving, actually, since so much has changed and passed since then. It certainly attests to the power of food.

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How lovely those cookies look. There’s another cookie I loved when in Tuscany–made from polenta flour, I think –with a somewhat similar shape. I ate bags and bags of them.

Funny how strongly memories and food are intertwined. What a great aunt to serve you cookies for breakfast, they look delicious! The more you mention Father Guiseppe’s book the more I want it…

When on vacation I can even remember 10 years ago what was on the menu. Food can make or break a vacation for me. As a child I remember home baked bread and potato fritters from my dad hands and wonderful cherry pies fom my moms. What a wonderful find in Father Guiseppe’s cookbook. It sounds like a treasure!

I love all your memories Ivonne…you share them so beautifully! I’m glad you still remember this cookie - it looks so lovely and perfect for teatime (or milk!)

Foods that bring back memories are the best kinds of foods!!

Hot milk with a little touch of espresso!!! What a great memory as a child!! I must give that a try with my Grand Daughter!! The Crumiri look scrumptious!!!!!

I love this post! Very very nice Ivonne!

It’s funny. My mom bought these chocolate fudge cookies the other day. They were the same brand of chocolate fudge cookies her mother used to buy almost all of my mother’s life. She bought them to remember and the minute I saw them, memories flooded back even for me of visits to my grandmother’s house when I was a realllly little girl. She would serve these cookies. My mom and I agreed the cookies had changed and they weren’t as good as they were back then.

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Yes, I remember our breakfast as kids. Warm milk with a shot of coffee. And we would dunk a cookie in it. That was breakfast then, and that is still breakfast now (only it’s straight coffee from my mocha maker)..thanks for the post Ivonne.

Another recipe tagged! Keep them comming.
Pictures are great, too.

such a lovely story to share with us, Ivonne - I too believe that memory is a very powerful thing, and something that NEEDS to be preserved/used well. these crumiri cookies are so beautifully executed, it’s no wonder why you love them so much! :0)

what a beautiful memory! and Happy Birthday!

Food and memory. I love how this keeps coming up again and again. It’s so visceral, isn’t it? I still remember your telling me about cream puffs in Venice…

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I think that smells and tastes create some of my strongest memories. That being true I would say that some of my favourite experiences and memories have included things to do with food.

Love this post! It would make a perfect entry for our Apples & Thyme event. Will you consider it?

These cookies are so simple and seem to be found with little variation in many countries. My Swedish family made these at the holidays, without the cornmeal.

I crumiriiiiiiiiiiiiiiii………… buonissimi e che belli i tuoi!
Ciao.

I think tastes and smells are the strongest memories. I can walk down a street, smell someone’s dinner cooking and be transported back in time in an instant…. then I snap out of it and realize I forgot where I was going…sigh…

What a beautiful post! Your description of your memory was so lovely I felt like I was sitting right at that table with you! Now I need a cookie, hehehe.

Food memories are so powerful. My fondest memories of my grandmother revolve around her kitchen, and her food. I hope I’m creating memories like that for my family, too.

You’re remembering all the best bits though, Ivonne! If there’s one thing worth keeping hold of, it’s cookies, right?

Ivonne,

Beautiful site! I love the cookies and can’t wait to try them. I’ve had such fun looking through your archives, quite inspiring!

I can’t wait to try these! We just made your apple pie and did a little post….it was fantastic!

I think a breakfast of cookies and milk with coffee is as close to heaven as you can be early in the morning. I have given up on many things when moving to the US, but not cookies. By the way, I brought back a bag of Krumiri Bistefani from my recent trip to Italy and also some Osvego Gentilini. This is a dangerous topic for me, so let me stop here and now. Wonderful job, as always.

I have a question - when I went to Venice last summer, I bought cookies similiar to these in a bakery. They were bright yellow, a bit hard, and not that sweet. Some were in the shape of rings and some had chocolate chips in that. Ive been regretting not writing the name of the cookie down, because I’ve been craving it! Does anyone know what I’m talking about? They were sold in bags all over Venice.

Thanks!

What a touching post. That’s one of my favorite things about food. Smell, to me, is the most nostalgic sense, and so much of tasting is smelling. I was with friends at the French Laundry last week and of all the excellent courses, the one that actually brought me close to tears was an endive with orange and onion that tasted exactly like the best holiday relish I’d had as a kid growing up in New England. It was impeccably prepared, totally simple, and delicious.

Also, these cookies look great!

I just linked over from Clotilde’s post.
I fondly remember this was my mom’s special christmas cookie, but she dipped the tips in chocolate and then crushed walnuts or almond. We knew the season was upon us when these arrived!

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Best recipe ever!!