When I was teaching and living in Bologna, the baker
When I came to live in Venice and, like everyone else in the city, spent a good part of the day walking, every time I looked in a baker’s shop I saw trays of cookies identified as zaletti. They didn’t look the least bit like the flat bright yellow zalett of Bologna. They were darker; they were lumpy with raisins; and when I tasted one, unlike the crisp Bolognese polenta cookie, it was soft.
As I soon learned, Venetians called them“za-eh’tti,” dropping the “l,” as is their custom; and these were the local version of cookies with polenta. Again there was an expert friend,
The largest rectangular baking pan that will fit your oven
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