Last night, my daughter and I made pizzelles (Italian waffle cookies). My grandparents were Italian and while I was growing up, they made pizzelles on a regular basis. My grandfather, Peter Melchiorre was an Italian immigrant. My grandmom, Rose, was born in the US. I have very fond memories of both of them.
I loved spending time at their home in the country in Malvern, PA. They lived just down the road from Valley Forge. I especially loved to eat the things that they cooked. Everything was homemade including spaghetti noodles, spaghetti sauce, and apple pies (from the trees in their yard). I remember watching them make pizzelles with a long handled iron over the gas stove.
My Aunt Rita gave me the recipe from pizzelles. Last night as my 16 year old daughter and I were making them, it brought back so many memories. Hopefully for many years to come my family will continue the tradition of pizzelle making.
Remember that life is about making memories for your family, so that when you are gone, they will smile when they think of you as I smile when I think of my grandparents.
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