It’s complicated (the situation, not the recipe)
My Croatian grandmother evocative was not Baka, but Nonna.
The thing is: Nonno and Nonna escaped from Croatia into Italy. (Yeah they escaped into an Italy controlled by Mussolini, smart) and they had my father there. So as it happens my father is Italian, my grandparents were Croatian but called nonno and nonna ...
It started like it always does. I become obsessed with a food, ingredient or method and can’t stop until I am happy with the results.
One day I noticed that I like bread. I like bread a lot. So I decided to make bread.
For 15 days in a row I baked. The results going from me being sick (sour ...
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