Italian Kisses: A Cannoli Wedding Memory

Jul 14, 2015 762

by Rita Esposito Watson

Perhaps because our grandfather and his brothers ran a pastry shop in Connecticut, after moving back to Boston I became addicted to North End cannolis. When growing up, Grandma taught us that any argument could be settled once people sat at the table, ate grandpa's pastry, and drank her demitasse.

Once in Boston, my children split on the best cannolis in the North End — Mike's or Modern. But when it came time for a wedding, the opinion was universal. Instead of a wedding cake there would be cannolis layered in three-tier pastry servers for some 150 guests. There was just one glitch.

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Source: http://northendwaterfront.com/

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