When I was younger, my nonna’s back neighbour would sometimes bring over these biscuits she had made—a type of shortbread filled with jam. I remember them being so perfectly made: just the right size, height, amount of jam, and the most delicate consistency. Some time ago, we came across a piece of paper with the original recipe—my nonna had gotten it from her years ago. They're called fazzoletti con marmellata. For about a year, I made them every few weeks, trying to perfect the recipe. A lot of love, care, and time went into each batch.
It's interesting how food and the sense of taste can be so strongly tied to a person. I have a vivid memory of my nonna making me soft-boiled eggs, mashed in a glass with salt, served with toasted, buttered bread cut into strips. I recently started making it for myself for breakfast.