Anise Pizzelles

"She open and closes the hot pizzelle iron so fast that the greedy hands can't even keep-pace with the ever-growing stack of crisp Italian cookies. Flecks of anise seeds dabble their full moon faces, a bite of licorice." It's a roaring era. The DiMaggio women find a balance of feminine independence and Italian tradition through their warming sass and outspoken wit. Recipes are as guarded as speakeasies and worn with as much pride as gold pendants of St. Anthony. Follow the escapades of the DiMaggio women from the 20s into two generations later over a plate of anise pizzelles on a lazy afternoon lounging on the smoky pink couch.