Of mine Carnival I have several memories of when I was little. First of all I who dress as a Harlequin, I who dress as a cowboy, never as a princess, and I who as a Marche tradition and of the small country town where I lived, I go around the houses asking for eggs. Real eggs, not chocolate ones. Together with me the cousins, the friends of the country and my brother. I never dressed up as a princess or some other cute way, I always had tomboy carnival clothes, I had more male than female cousins, and the females were always bigger me, it follows that for years I have dressed the role of the cowboy. When the first princess dress, recycled by her cousin, arrived, I was almost moved. This explains the reason for the fact that I and the carnival we don't get along very wellIndeed, when I can I avoid getting dressed. But eat i carnival sweets it's the most beautiful thing in the world, I don't have a bad memory of that, quite the contrary!
Cicerchiata
I discovered the cicerchiata when I lived in Macerata. Obviously I wasn't big yet, in fact I was really small and I remember my mom making me this fried thing full of honey that I loved. Obviously with all that fried food I always got a headache after I ate it, but I kept doing it for years. To eat without thinking about the headache of course: D
La cicerchiata , for those who have never even heard of it, in other parts of Italy it is called struffoli, or rather struffoli, in the plural. They are called this for example in Campania. Small balls of dough with lemon that are all fried and then held together by a jar of honey. It is eaten as soon as the honey becomes cold and solidifies everything, then cutting this "donut" with the knife. I love her!
Chatter
The chatter is made a little all over Italy I think. Chatter, crepes, bows. They have a different name but they are always made in the same way, maybe they even have different shapes, the bows are in the shape of bows and I remember that I ate them very often when I was in elementary school and I was already in Romagna. In Rimini they were the bows, in the Marche they were the crepes, the quality and the goodness was the same, with a lot, indeed a lot of icing sugar on it!
damselfish
The damselfish I discovered when I grew up. In the Marche they made the fried donuts, but what do you remember with nothing inside, only fried dough, very soft inside. When I grew up, I discovered the castagnole stuffed with cream and chocolate. I went to a wedding with the castagnole for quite a while. Every Carnival they have been my favorite dessert until I rediscovered the taste of "vintage" and tradition with my much loved cicerchiata. And then I went back to basics!
In the photo the fried crepes just made by my mother :) Marche recipe of course!
