Around this time two years ago I was feasting on Easter dinner in the Apennine mountains of Tuscany. I was in a small town called Pontremoli, the birthing grounds of this bread. My grandmother is notorious for making it and my father has recently decided to surprise us with his genetic skills! It’s the best kept family secret and he cracked the code to a recipe that’s constantly made my memory. No better way to indulge than toasted, slathered with whipped butter and seeded raspberry jam. YUM!