Maria’s Fritters

Maria, our Italian housekeeper, usually comes to our house after noon. If the weather is nice she’ll eat her lunch first, outside; otherwise she’ll bring her lunch in and we’ll eat together in the kitchen. One day she took a sandwich on dark Dutch bread from her bag and gave me half:

“Taste!” she said.

It was funny, I was tasting Dutch and Italian at the same time: Wow, so good!

“Pumpkin fritters!” she exclaimed proudly, “and I made them from scratch. They’re great o