Growing up in Mt. Vernon, NY, Our Lady of Victory Church had an Italian festival every summer (we just called it the feast). I always looked forward to this; they blocked off a whole city block and had all of the typical festival games and food. My favorite part was the Zeppole, fluffy fried balls of dough. They would put them in a paper bag, add powdered sugar and shake it up. I would walk around the festival carrying that beautiful greasy bag, pulling Zeppole out and getting the sugar all over myself while eating them. Talk about a happy kid!
Now I live in Monroe, CT and our local church, St. Jude, has an Italian festival also. Naturally, they serve fried dough, but it is in the form of Pizza Fritte. Flattened out like pizza, fried and served in a plate with either powdered sugar or sauce (blasphemy). While I never would say no to Pizza Fritte (with sugar), it’s just not the same experience as the Zeppole were. I like the fluffiness of the Zeppole, sometimes Pizza Fritte is too flat in spots and gets crispy. Also, maybe it’s just nostalgia, but nothing can beat walking around with that paper bag full of messy treats.Print