Ok I wrote this article months ago, but for some reason I have never published it.
Now, all this food is gone, and I miss it so much just by looking back at this post!
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YESSS. My box has arrived! This is a box of Italian goodies that my mom (love you woman) sent me from home. Here is what I found inside…
Now, all this food is gone, and I miss it so much just by looking back at this post!
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YESSS. My box has arrived! This is a box of Italian goodies that my mom (love you woman) sent me from home. Here is what I found inside…

Extra virgin olive oil. This is simply because it would cost much more to buy the same quality Mediterranean olive oil in the U.S. As we can learn on authoritynutrition.com, “Real “extra virgin” olive oil is 100% natural and very high in antioxidants. Many of the lower quality olive oils have been processed and adulterated with cheaper oils.” So she threw a 1-liter can in the box!

Parmiggiano Reggiano and Grana Padano.
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Check the difference in the amount of ingredients! |
Gocciole.
This is the best part. In fact, this morning I had the best breakfast I could possibly ask for. Probably (definitely) not as fancy as salmon, not as tasty as Eggs Benedict, not as delicious as Nutella pancakes, but these biscuits taste like home to me.


I have been dunking these chocolate chip biscuits in warm milk ever since I stopped using a baby bottle! Gocciole have been there for me every day for most of my life, and when they weren't (because my dad ate them at night) I would get so angry and I had to eat those other biscuits for breakfast which my sister loves so much… Throughout high school, I have had thousands of Gocciole and I would never had stopped if I didn't have to move to America. As you can understand, I literally love these biscuits, and I keep insisting on calling them biscuits and not cookies because they are very different from what Americans think of as a chocolate chip cookie. Eating Gocciole for breakfast this morning was like going back in time to when I was still in Italy, and it felt really good!


I have been dunking these chocolate chip biscuits in warm milk ever since I stopped using a baby bottle! Gocciole have been there for me every day for most of my life, and when they weren't (because my dad ate them at night) I would get so angry and I had to eat those other biscuits for breakfast which my sister loves so much… Throughout high school, I have had thousands of Gocciole and I would never had stopped if I didn't have to move to America. As you can understand, I literally love these biscuits, and I keep insisting on calling them biscuits and not cookies because they are very different from what Americans think of as a chocolate chip cookie. Eating Gocciole for breakfast this morning was like going back in time to when I was still in Italy, and it felt really good!
In the box I could also find two of my shirts that I forgot at home and a new pair of fancy shoes!
That box made my day!
A presto,
- Fede
A presto,
- Fede
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