I was like that for milk when I was a kid. I craved milk. Now I never drink it but those were the good old days ... and not for nothing but if that full sugar bowl and that plateful of sweets had been sitting in front of me, I wouldn't have been looking at Mama. That had to have been a command of the photographer. I had such a sweet tooth as a kid that I would make a sugar sandwich on white bread and eat it over the sink. Chased by a glass of ice-cold milk. Still sounds delightful but with my mature age I have become more circumspect.

Do I spy some home made zeppoli in the offing, Mrs. Caputo?