by Shelly Butcher
Like many people with an interest in food, I am forever buying cookbooks. Packages from Amazon, Abebooks and Alibris make me giddy.

Photos by Adolfo Delci. They depict Jewish women of Pitigliano (Machlin's hometown) preparing matza.
It’s not the anticipation that excites me — I know what the package contains as I’ve ordered it myself. Rather, it’s the world contained within each book that sparks my curiosity — recipes I hadn’t imagined, food traditions from the “old country,” combinations of flavors and ingredients at once foreign and yet faintly familiar.
My most recent acquisition is as dear to me as an old friend. I could hardly contain myself as I ripped open the cardboard packaging and removed the delicate white tissue paper that wrapped The Classic Cuisine of the Italian Jews, by Edda Servi Machlin.
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