These wafer-thin biscuits are fried and derive their name from the verb chiacchierare, to gossip, either because they are said to be shaped like the tongues of old women or because they make a "Psst!" sound when the dough is dropped into the hot oil.
At our local pasticceria, trays of the freshly made biscuits are being brought out from the workroom behind the shop and, before expertly wrapping the small tray I have asked for, the assistant takes them back into the workroom for a final dusting of icing sugar. Now they are chiacchiere to be proud of!
It's already Carnival time? Oh my! Those pastries are so good looking, I bet you can't have just one.
ReplyDeleteYou are right, Rosaria. I have hidden them from me!
ReplyDeleteThey look very tasty :-)
ReplyDeleteHad some on are hike by candlelight, along with vin brulé.
ReplyDeleteAt first sight I thought it was a "handbag" welshcakes-must get some new glasses:)
ReplyDeleteA latte grande and some chiacchiere please
ReplyDeleteOh yes - the delights of the Modican varieties of these things.
ReplyDeleteThey are, Cherie. That must have been lovely, Rowena. Hey, Angus,you might have a design idea there! Coming right up, WW. Yes, Modican varieties are always special, James.
ReplyDeleteDo they count calories in Italy?
ReplyDeleteHi, Ellee. Well, they don't eat between meals and a lot of my friends spend hours in the gym!
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