I grew up hearing stories from my Italian grandmother about the colorful people from her village of Montagno from the “old country.” We always ate homemade ravioli or lasagna for Christmas, and we always had a jar of romano cheese
I grew up hearing stories from my Italian grandmother about the colorful people from her village of Montagno from the “old country.” We always ate homemade ravioli or lasagna for Christmas, and we always had a jar of romano cheese