On Christmas Eve I watched the Worthy's bring home plates and plates of struffoli. They brought American cookies to Italians, and Italians gave them struffoli. Lots and lots of struffoli.
I actually like it when it is made good. But you can't eat a whole ton of it at one time. It's a little much.
This morning the Nonni next door brought over some struffoli for me and Grace. And this was the best looking struffoli I've ever seen. It's so cute. It's pretty good too. I just thought I would share it with you.
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