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Cannolo (Sicilian: Cannula, “little tube”) is a Sicilian pastry. Around Italy, they’re known as “cannoli siciliani”. They’re tube-shaped shells of fried pastry with a sweet, creamy filling usually containing ricotta. They range in size from “cannulicchi”, no bigger than a finger, to the fist-sized proportions typically found south of Palermo. Historically, they have been traced to the Arabs during the Emirate of Sicily, with a possible origin for the word and recipe deriving directly from qanawāt. These were deep fried dough tubes filled with various sweets, a popular pastry across the Islamic world at the time, from Al-Andalus to Iraq. Italian cannoli come from the Palermo and Messina areas and were historically prepared as a treat during Carnevale season, possibly as a fertility symbol; one legend assigns their origin to the harem of Caltanissetta. They eventually became a year-round staple throughout Italy. 

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dianne… it is currently 4:43 in the morning, june twenty-eighth, 2015. after a short, slumber filled day and a long sleepless night, i picked up the keys to my car and headed in a beeline for the local donut place. expecting a line of hungover youths on this sunday morning, suffice to say i was surprised to find myself the only customer on the premises this particular morning. i bought myself a chocolate, old fashioned and cream filled donut (they were out of buttermilk bars) and a cup of piping hot black coffee (of which there is nothing like in this world). with the excess in time the lack of wait for these deep fried pastries has left me before i start the morning shift at work, ive decided to enjoy my breakfast on the hood of my car, parked by the nearby hospital, where i have an excellent view of the sun creeping over the skyline. dianne, i think it’s gonna be a good day.

We here at The Salt tend to look at themed food holidays with a heavy dose of skepticism. Most of these days sound more like marketing schemes than true reasons for a national day of remembrance.

So we were pleasantly surprised to learn that there is a bona fide historical reason to chow down on a deep-fried pastry today to mark National Doughnut Day.

Turns out, during World War I, women volunteers with the Salvation Army would fry up and hand out doughnuts as a form of comfort food to American GIs serving overseas. To honor these women’s service and raise funds during the Great Depression, in 1938 the Salvation Army’s Chicago branch declared the first Friday in June to be National Doughnut Day. These “dough girls” or “dough lassies,” as they were called, continued the tradition during World War II.

On National Doughnut Day, Free Food And Feel-Good History

Photo: Wikimedia Commons

This is called Fried Milk. It’s pastry cream (similar to condensed milk) that we freeze, bread with corn flakes, and then fry. Through that process, the cream melts while it’s in hot temperature but contained within the cornflake walls. So the actual fried milk part are the pillows on the left. When you cut your spoon through it, it will melt. It is served with milk sherbet, chocolate milk tuile, chocolate powder, chocolate oil, lots of chocolate, and some corn flake crumble. Our senses are heavily linked to our memory, and the goal of this one is to bring you back to those Saturday mornings watching cartoons while eating a bowl of cereal…