Hard, butterscotch candy tried to end me. “Never eat these unless you ask first,” Mom warned. Immediately, those golden pieces of heaven with matching cellophane called my name.
America, 1914, destination Ellis Island. June 29 marked the beginning of my Italian family in the United States; the day Paul Vittori married Nina.
Imitated each step. Followed every instruction. I struggle to prepare a meal to her perfection. I don’t possess the patience or skill to achieve mom’s cooking precision. She didn’t leave me her magic wand.