Nonni's Lemon Cookies are these spongy ultra soft lemon flavored cookies that go so well with milk, tea, or a cup of coffee. A perfect European breakfast made by my mother and father with lots of love!

Song of the day: "Be Italian" from the musical "Nine".

[This post is sponsored by The Italian Centre Shop. We’ve been compensated but -as always- all opinions are our own.]

Nonni's Lemon Cookies is a recipe that has been handed down from generation to generation in our Italian family. Wonderful ingredients supplied by The Italian Centre Shop and graceful nonni's hands create this soft billowy lemon cookie that is sunny, refreshing and comforting at the same time, one we anxiously await my parents to make.

Nonni in English translates to grandparents, and my mother and father are just that. Ilia and Americo Nardelli. Our family has quite unique names and we would never get lost in a crowd because when someone yells out our names as my mom did on several occasions to locate us, we were the only ones to respond, that is my brother Mauro and I.

My parents are immigrants from Italy. They were born in a small town just a few hours south-east of Rome. A placed called Atina, in the province of Frosinone. In 1958 they got word from an uncle that good times were to be had in a far-off northland of Canada. With bags packed and very little money on hand, because it took all the money they had to do the trip and all the paperwork to get there. I always think to myself that was sure courageous of them, leaving their homes and friends, and not knowing what was coming or if they were going to make money. Add in the climate change and a historic memory was made. In 1958 there were a lot of immigrants coming to Canada from all parts of Europe and with them came traditions and of course recipes, delicious homemade ones that fill my memory banks with plenty of stories to tell.

My parents did well. My father had a successful construction company and my mom wore many hats starting with being a seamstress for GWG jeans to working retail in many different stores. They made a wonderful life for themselves. They have never returned to Italy as my father didn't have a desire to return, my mother a different story as she always talks about returning. I always left that question lingering in my mind as when I heard him answer to people who asked him, there was this sadness that filled his eyes. Both my parents survived the war. They don't talk much about those times but I have heard the stories from family members who live in Italy and I think those are better to be buried.

So this brings us to the present day and me wanting to share this recipe, our Italian life, and these wonderful treats that I so enjoy, to the world. I give you Nonni's Lemon Cookies.

I just want to send a big thank you to The Italian Centre Shop for giving us the opportunity to share recipes and stories, plus supply us with wonderful ingredients and memories. For me, The Italian Centre Shop is a place I loved going as a child and still to this day get excited to shop there. I remember being a kid and just looking at all the ingredients, tasting meats and cheeses from the deli. The chatter of Italians requesting things and talking with friends and especially loved wine season and going to pick up grapes. That smell oh so sweet and fruity coming from cases upon cases of grapes. I especially enjoyed Frank Spinelli, always ready to help anyone, and always a warm handshake and smile. I always felt special and important going to the store, thank you! These are wonderful memories with many more to experience during our shopping excursions as Teresa Spinelli is doing an amazing job keeping the Italian traditions alive and taking The Italian Centre Shop into the future with much growth and success.

Let's get in nonni's kitchen and learn to make "Nonni's Lemon Cookies".

There are not a lot of ingredients in this recipe. Simply flour, baking powder, sugar, eggs, canola oil, and of course lemons. I have to tell you these traditional recipes are serious business in Italian homes. I bet all of us Ital-Canadian kids can come to this understanding. When learning a recipe from our nonni they are the bosses and listen, watch, and learn, are key elements to reproducing these recipes. Accept the fact that you will never make them as good as they do and cherish the time you have to spend with them as they are never forgotten. With this being said, my mom jumps right into foreman mode and starts barking out orders and procedures. I laugh at the measuring tools they use. A little of this and a little of that, and just enough to fell that it is right. Thankfully, my mother let us measure things so that we could share a somewhat accurate measurement to make successful cookies. One thing I might add is to get ready for an arm work out as the hand blender and motions of your arm throughout the mixing process will have you with a few muscle burn episodes.

It starts first with the eggs and sugar, blended for a long time until all fluffed up and then adding the oil. The part I love best is when the lemon zest goes in, and cheer joyous feelings well up inside of me as I am getting the glass of milk ready for the dunking. Next, the sifted flour/baking soda mixture goes in very little at a time. This is where the mixer goes into overdrive and the arm burn comes to play. My mom comes in to check the dough and says it is good to go!

Look at these nonni hard at work, showing us how it's done. Nonna dolloping the dough on the baking sheet and nonno sprinkling the sugar. What a team!

Nonna says it should not slide off the spoon but slowly drop with the aid of your finger as this dough is a bit sticky and thick. My mother and father slowly get all the cookies onto the parchment covered baking sheet all nice and round with plenty of room around them to grow a bit and all shimmery with that sugar sprinkle on them. We had some fun and added a few colored sprinkles, and this would be a great thing to get the grandkids involved in.

It is beautiful to watch the nonni in action with few arguments about process and times, with my mom winning most of the battles as my father is quite like me and does not like to argue. Or let's rephrase that, I am just like him and don't like arguments. These wonderful cookies are now ready for the oven. I am forever looking at them bake and watching them rise. It seems like an eternity but finally, the bell tolls and these Nonni's Lemon Cookies are coming out of the oven.

Oh that aroma, freshly baked with that bright lemony scent. I want one right now!

I grab my glass of milk and slowly take a bite of one of the lemon cookies. So soft, still warm. That lemon just awakening my mouth. The way the spongy inside melts in my mouth and those crispy edges adding that wonderful taste and texture. Then the milk goes down mingling with all that flavors only to cleanse the palate and another round to start.

I just love these cookies. When my parents make them it is usually in the hundreds and we each get an ice cream pail full. In the morning I am so excited to get the coffee made and to grab one of the lemon cookies and do the dunk. It absorbs the coffee so well, and I love the way this lemon cookie melts on my tongue. This is the epitome of Italian breakfast. A nice cappuccino and some biscotti (in Italian biscotti is a general noun for any kind of cookies) and we are set for the morning and day with a wonderful smile on our face thanks to the memories, traditions, and recipes like this one for Nonni's Lemon Cookies.

Thank you, mom and dad, for sharing this with us. We love you!

Next time you want to experience a little bit of Italy, get that oven on, do some warm-up arm stretches and get to making this delightful recipe.

Buona giornata!

Song of the day: "Be Italian" from the musical "Nine".