For Italians it's just not Christmas if you don't have a Pandoro.
Or so I learned as I ate my very first Pandoro last night.
It looks like a craggy mountain snow-capped with powdered sugar.
The cake is almost a foot high!
Blogger friends in Italy--can you tell us more about this tradition?
At my nun friends' dinner table sat nine people from seven different countries. Hermits, sisters, Jews, and one or two regular people. :-)
We had a fine time and ate and talked long into the night.
I went home with a doggie bag containing a big slice of the cake.