Panetonne

After my trip out yesterday, I came home with a Christmas tin which was forgotten over Christmas.  We often forget to fully load bags ready for the off before the taxi comes, but they do arrive at mine . . .  just a bit later in time . . . 

One thing I love, thanks to my trips to Italy, are my Panetonne tins.  Christmas decs are stored in them and, before the village, they were all displayed underneath the tree . . . . they also prevented the many cats we had at the time from exploring the tree!!  lol

              

This is the one I came home with . . . . my thoughtful SILR knew about my tin 'fetish' and just had to buy it for me.

Panetonne is Italian Christmas Cake.  It is like a light loaf with mixed fruit and candy peel but has a taste all of its own.  I have had pieces dipped in wine, spread with butter and just plain.   I have tasted many since Peter came 'off the road' and we no longer travelled to Italy, lots of English Panetonne.  I say that with love as, nice as they are, they do not have full flavour and texture of Italian Panetonne, they are very much baked for the foreign market.

Half of my pleasure comes with opening the bag that contains the cake . . . . the aroma that arises is only Italy!

When I was in paid employment, I always brought a Panetonne home to share with the Office staff and how they laughed as I opened the bag and took deeeeeep breaths of that smell!!!

This cake was so real. so fresh, so fruity, so light . . . . getting the picture are you?!!!!

I thoroughly enjoyed this first slice and rest secure in the knowledge that this feeding of the emotions, as well as the stomach, will continue until the last crumb has been eaten.

 . . . . . and I have it all to myself . . . . . just saying . . . . .