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Having an American mother made my afternoon snacks different from my schoolmates. Until I met my Babysitter, "Tata" Simonetta.

My "Tata" prepared me the most delicious, tasty and fragrant bread "merenda". Of course, with ripe tomatoes, olive oil and salt during the hot Tuscan summers, and with a small piece of choccolate during the humyd winters!

Living in north Italy, I miss my untasty Tuscan bread...

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So interesting that you miss it, but not surprising! There's nothing more powerful than food imprinting in childhood :)

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Thank you, Giuditta! Such an interesting piece on the delicious, fresh bread of Florence!! Hubs and i were so lucky to visit there in summer, ages ago... and it was one of our favorite places in all of Europe.

We'd visit one certain little cafe every morning for their fresh bread topped with olive oil, ripe tomatoes, and fresh basil that sat in a glass of water on the counter. We were in heaven!!

Of course, we soon learned to ask for due cappuchini per favore ... which we adored with it.

They were so pleased to teach us and to serve us because we showed up every morning with big smiles and so ready to eat! We still make this treat for ourselves, with fresh basil from our own garden.

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So glad you have good memories of Florence! Crazy how the simplest things are the ones that create long lasting memories :)

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