Every time I make this dish, it smells like Nonna’s been cooking in my kitchen. And that makes me smile.
Nonna wasn’t the typical grandmother. She had movie-star good looks, perfectly coiffed blonde hair, and nails painted red. She smoked cigarettes, told jokes, danced, and was the life of the party. I simply adored her.
Nonna was my first roommate. She stayed with us about three nights a week when I was growing up, as she took turns visiting her daughters. She didn’t drive, so there was no way to tell if she was over when my brother and I would arrive home from school.
But when Mom would answer the door and sing out, “Guess who’s here!” we knew….
Somebody had better come over here and eat these bars before I finish the whole pan. I cannot behave with these lying around.
I saw these on Pinterest and began salivating immediately. You know how there are some recipes you pin for later, and some that just prompt you to run into the kitchen, forage through your pantry and see if you can make them right now? That’s what happened here. And I’m not sorry.
But these are dangerous. A buttery shortbread crust is topped with a layer of dark chocolate, dotted with jam and strawberries (I’ll use more next time), sprinkled with sugar, baked and then garnished with sea salt. (I just had to add the sea salt.) What’s not to love?…