I feel more Italian just because I typed amaretti.
Today someone asked me my ethnicity and I said American. I knew what she meant. She is some sort of Hispanic. I say it that way because we were interrupted and I didn’t get to find out if she was Cuban or whatever. Over the years I’ve been mistaken for Greek, Italian, Puerto Rican, Spanish, and probably Cuban, even though I can’t remember a specific instance. When I lived in Florida one of my many nicknames was Juanita. But you have to say it like Wa-NEEEE-Ta. Ah, those were the days. Anyway, the answer is my grandparents parents came from France and Canada. When I was in France last year everywhere I went I saw myself as a child. Curly dark-haired little girls with brown eyes. I know. All of this rambling just because I put an amaretti cookie into a peach a la Giada and Everyday Italian.
A little butter, sugar, and ground up cookie inside your peach + bake it and top it with whipped cream = a simple dessert.
At first I thought it was odd that GDL didn’t say to put sugar in the whipped cream. But once you take a bite with some of the topping you really don’t need it at all.
Eat Well and Savor.