I have been making pepperoni cheese rolls (we call it pizza roll) since I can remember. My grandma made them for all our special family occasions, and always kept some frozen―just in case. Often she would take them out when we stopped to visit. Of course she makes the best, but mine are close.
My daughter got married last weekend. Months of planning culminated in the perfect celebration. And my family got an amazing new son, brother, grandson, nephew, cousin, and friend. I am part of a large Italian family, and at our wedding celebrations we have a cookie table. Our cookie table always has several Italian cookies, but
I grew up in an Italian home. What, you ask? With a name like Jones, fair skin and blue eyes. If you didn’t know me, you would never have guessed. My Italian roots come from my mother, she is a Naccarato, and my grandfather came over on the boat from Calabria. My genes favor my