Since panettones were originally holiday treats from Milan, Italy, I decided to write my praises for them in the Italian terza rima poetic style. It's in near-perfect iambic pentameter, too, just FYI. Wanna hear it? Here it goes:
This single panettone looked really great,
And though the box suggested "eat alone,"
The look on my wife's face said "Heck no, Nate."
I'd suffer wrath from Sonia's shrieks and moans.
We shared this yummy treat from Italy.
I like it more than all of TJ's scones.
Its soft and flaky crust was buttery.
The candied orange peels and raisins did
Bring such great joy to us, my wife and me.
Inside the bread the dried fruits deeply hid,
But plentiful they were, not one alone.
A grown-up taste, yet sweet enough for kids.
I recommend this scrumptious panettone
That comes from off the shelves at Trader Joe's.
Sonia was actually not as impressed as I was, mostly because she's had panettones before. Kind of like Russ and the poutine I guess. It's much easier to impress us when we don't have anything to compare TJ's product to. Sometimes ignorance is bliss. Sonia thought the orange peels made it taste too citrusy. I'm usually not big on eating orange rinds, but I thought they worked in this instance.
So yeah, the last two lines in that third stanza aren't entirely true. Ever heard of poetic license? I give the panettone a 4. Sonia gives it a 3.
Bottom line: 7 out of 10.