A Merry Fried Christmas, from Puglia with Love

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Christmas for me is a memory of the smell – or stench – of frying. It’s a scent that unfortunately can’t be reproduced, since my nonna Vittoria – always with her unforgettable pizza fritte on Christmas Eve and crispy croutons for broths on Christmas day – is no longer with us.

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