Ya'll (I can officially say I love in Virginia now). Short stories today.
I'm 99% sure that there is zero Italian blood in our lineage. Zero. But we joke all the time how somewhere down the line, those must have been our roots. Our relation to Italian culture and mentality and lifestyle is just too tangible. And for me, there has always been an innate connection to Italy. I'd dreamt of going to Rome ever since I can recall. So in college I studied abroad in a smaller town called Viterbo. And it was glorious and rich and filling and all things wonderful. And now, there are moments when I have to do something, anything, to practice the connection again, so the experiences aren't lost on me. Hence, the cake.