When we were kids, our grandfather (pictured) would take us to the Feast of San Gennaro in Fairview, NJ. It wasn't quite on the scale of the feast in New York, but we loved it—The crowds of people, the food vendors lining the street, and all the excitement of being at "the feast." But the best part was that our grandfather would help carrying the Statue of San Gennaro through the streets during the procession. It was a great honor to be one of the about one dozen men that it took to carry the massive structure. We were so proud. I can still recall the smell of the delicious combinations of food—sausage, peppers, onions, braciole, and of course, zeppoles. It didn’t get any better than when our grandfather would take us to the zeppole stand and buy us each a bag of freshly made zeppoles loaded with confectioners sugar. We took the bag, gave it a good shake to make sure all the zeppoles were completely covered in sugar and dug in. And by the time we got home, we were covered in white powder from head to toe. Now, we don't wait for a feast to enjoy the delicious fried dough; we just make them at home. It’s easy, fun and you can do it, too. But beware...most of the time the zeppoles never make it to the table because the kids (and adults) will grab them right away! —Lisa
I LOVE IT! I love the Jersey accent... I miss it so much. I wish I was there to pick one up as they finish... will be making these as soon as I can get me some pizza dough... yum. Thanks ladies!!!
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