Polpettone from JERUSALEM

Of course the first thing was to figure out how to pronounce the name of the dish. Here’s my best try:

poll-peh-TONE-ee

Then there was making it sound as if it were something to eat and not me yelling to get TONY to come in for dinner or take out the garbage. Hmph.  A tiny of furrow of the brows and then a barely-there right shoulder only shrug as I said this luscious word…. and I nearly sounded Italian. Well, to me, anyway. Continue reading “Polpettone from JERUSALEM”