There are little things in life that make me happy, timing is one of them.
As we were driving into Florence yesterday to attend a Dante reading by 1,200 people in Piazza Santo Spirito, we stopped at our favorite “truckstop” pastry shop. You never know where you will find perfection!
It was 4:30pm— and it Italy that means merenda, snack time. At great pastry shops, that means they do a special baking and frying to serve up fresh treats, savory and sweet.
I took this photograph of the hot cream filled bomboloni, donut, which my husband had, but I went for the savory puff pastry filled with ham and cheese.