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The Story of Pummarola The aroma of simmering pomodoro, freshly trimmed basil, and rosemary-crusted focaccia bread wafted through the streets of Naples, Italy every Sunday evening. The oak-paneled windows of Rosa Donna Rummo’s home were left open during her regular Sunday feasts – an invitation for her friends, family, and neighbors to stop by and gather for a delicious meal. She was a staple of the town – traveling through the winding, weathered Italian roads in her crimson Fiat 500.