It was during my first trip to Italy with mom as a teenager when I encountered the creamy, wiggly-wobbly goodness known as panna cotta. It was hands down the best sweet I had ever tasted but somehow, once I returned home, I forgot its name. For years my mom and I reminisced longingly about this mysterious treat, until about a decade later when I finally tasted it again at one of my favorite Brooklyn eateries. I actually called my mom from the table screaming, “PANNA COTTA, PANNA COTTA!” We had a good laugh and since then I have made it for many family gatherings.