The pinches of dough I snuck before baking were fantastic. It contains two sticks of butter -- I KNOW! -- why wouldn't it be fantastic?
But the finished product, I am sorry to have to report, did this when sliced:
And it kind of tasted like pie crust.
Turns out there is such a thing as too much butter.
Making this Italian Christmas bread was an excuse, truth be told, to play with this:
Which just looked so intriguing at the grocery store. And which I still have a vat of.
But not to worry.
panettone carries forth. I shall not give up the fight. Soldier on.