"Okay now you need to stir in some eggs, ricotta cheese and vanilla over low heat" he said while looking for something. So I did what he told me. "it's starting to get sticky" I shouted to him. He came over and checked to see if it was right. " It's suppose to get sticky, now you will take this table spoon and drop the table spoon of mixture into the deep fryer, once they are done they will turn them self over" he said with a smile and a wink. He started working on something else while I was watching and waiting for them to be done. Once they got done I placed them on a plate.
"Okay, Brodie they are done. Now what do I do now?" He came back over to me and looked over my shoulder grinning. " now you need to roll them into the sugar and if you want you can add fruit, chocolate or even fill it with custard, it's all up to you." the bell over the door dinged he went to the front counter and sat the customers to a table. I decided to make a few with sugar and fruit, few with sugar and chocolate drizzled over it and I wanted have a few with custard but I didn't know where the custard was. I waited till Brodie came back in the kitchen to ask him. Mr. Astori came in just when Brodie did, "Oh Shabella" he came to me and kissed both sides of my cheek he smiled and asked what I was doing in the kitchen. I smiled at him "I was learning how to make zappile and Brodie said you don't serve them anymore."
Mr. Astori looked at his son and smiled apparently Brodie was grinning because I mispronounced the name again. " you mean zeppole Miss Rose. It's okay we will work on it later" he said laughing. "Brodie said that I could fill these with custard but I don't know how or where to find the stuff for it." Brodie grabbed a metal tip and a bag to put the custard in. " here you go Shabella" I turned around and he placed it in my hands and showed me how to hold it. "you want to make a tiny hole so you can get the custard in to fill" he was watching that I was doing and making sure I was doing it right.
I was getting the hang of it and suddenly caught me off guard, he leaned back on the counter "Soo you think I'm handsome?" as he grind. I felt my face go red " I mean your not that bad looking" smiling while still making the Zeppole. I was trying to avoid looking at him at that moment. Mr. Astori was watching us from a distance not letting us know he was there. He was happy that Brodie was finally talking to a lady. I finished filling the last one and turned and looked at Brodie having the plate in my hands " want to see if they are any good?" Brodie took one with the chocolate drizzle and I turned to Mr. Astori while he was entering the kitchen " would you like to try Mr. Astori?" he looked at the plate and picked the one that was custard filled. I stood there while waiting for approval.
"Perfetto" Mr. Astori said and continued "just like my anna's" He smiled at me. I looked at Brodie he couldn't say anything since he had a mouth full of food. He gave me the thumbs up and grinned. I smiled and once Brodie ate his he asked me "which one would you like to try?" "I don't know, they all look so good" Trying to choose. Brodie took the one with chocolate. "Shabella open your mouth" I opened my mouth and took a small bite into it, my eyes widen to how amazing taste it had. "Oh my that is really good" while covering my mouth. " now try the custard one" Brodie brought it up to my mouth once again and I took another bite. " this one is very good as well"
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An Italian Old Fashion Love
Storie d'amoreThis story is about a young adult name Shabella Rose. Shabella Rose is an art student at Jupiter Arts in Port Wells, Maine. She has become great friends with an old Italian man name Mr. Astori who owns the Astori's Bakery down the road. Shabella use...