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It’s great to be Italian, but sometimes it can really be a big PAIN IN THE ASS

Italian-Fig-CookiesI’m very proud to be Italian. I’ve been one since the day I was born (NO KIDDING). But if you know how to do something that other Italians don’t know how to do, this is where the pain in the ass part comes in.

Christmas Cookies – An Italian Tradition

Christmas Cookies are a tradition to many people. We Italians have never claimed to have the monopoly on this. However, we have something unique – The Italian Fig Cookies, also known as Cudiatti’s.

You can try Googling Cudiatti’s, but I don’t think you’ll find them. If you want to know what they look like, see the picture above. If you want to know what they taste like, I’d suggest you become my newest best friend. I think this is a friendship you’ll like, because they are very, very delicious. And I made 20 dozen a week before Christmas, as I do every year. The reason I make so many is because I like to give them to friends.

Italian Fig CookiesThis year, I did something different. My nephew took a picture of me while making these delicious Italian Fig Cookies. A few minutes later, I posted it on Facebook. I thought my friends would get a kick out of this. I received over 200 comments, most of which I’ve deleted. Other Italian men I’ve known for years commented:

Bring me some

I want some of your cookies

I still haven’t gotten my cookies

Where are the cookies

I want some of your cookies

The list of comments like these was endless. If anyone wanted any of my cookies, all they had to do was come get them.

I knew everyone who asked for cookies. Some had been good friends over the years. For the first 20 comments, I replied back and said,

They’re here. All you have to do is come get them.

Then, I gave them my address by private message. Unfortunately, I never heard from any of them again. After a few days, I just deleted the comments requesting cookies.

Don’t misunderstand me. As I said earllier, I’m not stingy when it comes to my cookies. But if I’d taken the time to bring cookies to everyone who asked for them, I would have had just as big a job as Santa Clause. Oh well, maybe not quite as big.

In Italian Families, women are the bakers

I learned to make these Italian Fig cookies about 17 years ago. My grandmother had just passed away, and my mother didn’t want to make them anymore. A year after she passed, I was determined to learn how to make them.

This is unusual. Generally speaking, Italian men don’t make cookies. They wouldn’t know where to start. However, there are a few men who do it. Most leave it up to the women. But I said to myself, 17 years ago, “If I want fig cookies, I’d damn well better learn how to make them.

The rest is history. I’ve make them every year since, and have loved every minute of it

By the way, if you’d like the recipe, contact us, and I’ll send it to you. But let me caution you. They’re not easy to make.

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