Quotes from The Virago Book of Food: The Joy of Eating
VICTORIA GRANOF
Making our way into the center of town, we encountered a very slight, very feeble old widow, cloaked in black, inching her way up the steep hill with the aid of a rickety cane. We approached the little crone and offered up one of our cannoli. 'What do you mean, signorina!' she barked, slashing the air in front of her with the cane. 'Can't you see I have no teeth?' As I turned to make a sheepish but quick getaway, the end of her cane caught my hand like the rap of a nun's ruler. She gestured at the cannoli. 'Però, m'arrangio, signorina' (I'll manage), she said as her gnarled hands reached for the cannoli.
Sweet Sicily: The Story of an Island and Her Pastries
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