Whenever her father had come over from Palermo to see them, he’d brought some cassata, potato croquettes and arancini from the Mastrangelo takeaway. They called it their wild supper, and you had to eat it with your fingers out of the paper tray, sitting around the coffee table. Afterwards her father would put her to bed and tuck in the bedclothes.

(the book on Goodreads)

Anna, Niccolò Ammaniti, 2015

arancini with white ragu and green peas on pumpkin cream

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