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Tandoor Pizza, and more!

28 Wednesday Aug 2013

Posted by farfalle1 in Food, Italian food, Tandoor cooking, Uncategorized

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Focaccia making, Pizza making

Clever Speedy dreamed of making pizza in his new tandoor oven, since the temperatures get so high. But how to do it? He found a square piece of slate on the property and cut it into a circle that just fit into the top of the oven. Then he fashioned an aluminium cradle for it that hangs over the top of the clay cooking chamber, but allows for the cover to fit on well.

pizza stone

He rolled out the dough; we dressed it with tomato sauce, fresh mozzarella, grated hot pepper cheese, onions and wurstel; then popped it in the tandoor:

pizza dough

pizza ready for oven

While the pizza was cooking, we rolled out more dough to make a stracchino focaccia:

focaccia al formagio Tandoor

Pizza’s done!

pizza done

As the lid of the tandoor doesn’t reflect down a lot of heat we put the pizza under the regular oven’s broiler for a couple of moments to finish off the top. Then one of us dressed her side with ruccola and we sat down to eat while the focaccia cooked.

pizza ready to eat

No sense in wasting a good hot fire, so we shaped up some rolls for sandwich making. Out came the focaccia and in went the rolls:

focaccia almost done

little breads tandoor-001

And while those rolls are cooking, we might as well cook up a few sausages on vertical skewers under the stone (see above). For some, a meal is not complete without meat.

tandoor sausage

A side salad complemented the various courses. It was a delicious meal, fraught with jumping up and down to take one thing out and put the next thing in – great fun and very satisfying.

The Great Tandoor Project of 2013

22 Saturday Jun 2013

Posted by farfalle1 in Food, Indian recipes, Uncategorized

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Building a Tandoor oven, Cooking in a Tandoor oven, Tandoor oven cooking

Harlington Tandoori Restaurant-011A

Speedy, as you may have already gathered, is an enthusiastic chef and a fine eater.  He has yet to meet the cuisine that doesn’t fascinate him and about which he’d like to know more.  He’s been cooking ‘Indian’ food for years (a too-broad term, I think, for the huge variety of regional dishes that originate from the subcontinent).  There are not as many ethnic restaurants in Italy as we are accustomed to in the States, so whenever we find ourselves near a good one, we’re likely to take advantage.  Coming back to Italy this year we paused overnight near Heathrow Airport and found the Harlington Tandoori Restaurant within walking distance of our hotel in Hayes, where we enjoyed a fine meal.

Afterwards we were fortunate enough to meet the owner of the establishment. Speedy got talking to our waiter, and later the owner about the Tandoor ovens used to make this particular cuisine. We were invited to the kitchen to take a look at the oven:
Harlington Tandoori Restaurant-014

Harlington Tandoori Restaurant-013

This is a commercial oven, obviously, but the principles behind its construction are basically the same as have driven Tandoor oven manufacture for millenia (Tandoor ovens, which are found throughout southern, central and western Asia, as well as the Caucasus, date from the Indus civilizations of 3300-1300 BCE).  The basic idea is that you have a clay pot in the bottom of which you build a fire; then you put whatever it is you want to cook on long skewers, place the skewers vertically in the oven and lean the tops against the edge of the pot.  Cover, and depending on your fire, your food will cook/smoke/bake at very high tempertature (temps can reach near 480 C (900 F) according to Wikipedia). Speedy remembers a visit to an Indian restaurant’s kitchen in London some thirty years ago where the Tandoor oven was the old-fashioned kind, and was set into the floor so that only about a foot of the top was exposed.

That evening as we enjoyed our delicious Tandoori meal (I had fish, Speedy had lamb tikka) a seed was planted.  He began to wonder, “Could I construct a Tandoor oven for home use?”  Many hours of research later, the answer was yes!  Speedy not only learned that he could make such a thing, he learned how to do it, and thus was born the Great Tandoor Project of 2013.

It began with a trip to Piemonte to procur a steel oil drum that our friend Leo found for us at his friend Alessandro’s garage.  The clay pot in which the food cooks is not free-standing; it is housed in a larger structure with insulation around it.  In the photo above, the commercial Tandoor is in a steel box; ours was to be in an oil drum.  An oil drum doesn’t sound very delicious in connection with food, but Alessandro did a masterful job cleaning it up for us, and he removed the top as well.

Allesandro cuts top off drum-001

Allesandro cleans inside

Leo had gotten us a huge bag of vermiculite to use as insulation (I don’t know where he found it – I’ve looked for it here to mix with soil for potted plants but have not had any luck). Many of Speedy’s internet advisors (lots of them from Australia, immigrants from Bangladesh, Pakistan, India, etc.) recommended a large flower pot for the cooking chamber,  the bottom of which he could remove to use, later, as the top. The next order of business was to get it all into the car and back to Rapallo.  As I had somewhat foolishly decided that we should also buy all the plants and other supplies for our garden at the center where we bought the 22-inch tall clay pot, it made for a rather crowded Mini:

a well-filled car

We all arrived home safe and sound, and Speedy went to work, first using a grinder to cut the bottom off the pot:

bottom removed from large flower pot

Next he removed about sixteen inches from the top of the oil drum:

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The next step was to put down a layer of firebrick set in sand in the bottom of the drum; this he then topped with another layer of cemented firebrick, and the flower pot was cemented to that, top side down.

fire bricks at bottom

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cementing pot into drum

Then he had to arrange a passage connecting the outer drum and the inner pot (which he had cut before cementing it into place – clever!) to provide air for the  fire, to feed in more fuel, and through which to clear out the ashes. He lined this short passage with mortared firebricks  and made a smooth cement passage from outside to inside.  He used a piece of metal he cut from the leftover part of the drum to construct an overlapping door for the aperture.  From his old racing days he found a Spec Racer Ford body latch which was the perfect thing, and he unearthed a handsome brass hinge (purchased for $3.49 from Lindell’s Hardware in Canaan, Connecticut, who knows how many years ago) and mounted them all accurately.

air channel in pot

door for drum

air door on

No doubt you’ve already noticed the snappy paint job. High temperature silver paint added just a touch of class to the otherwise work-a-day oil drum. He left the word “Cat,” at this cat-lover’s request. All that remained was to pack the area between the drum and the pot with vermiculite, a job that was quickly done.

vermiculite in place

Now came the most difficult part of the project – waiting.  After a week Speedy began to build a series of progressively larger fires, over the course of the second week.  He took this beautiful photo of the first little fire:

first fire-002

Then it was time for a truly hot fire and the first real test; Speedy was cooking his first meal in the new oven: skinless, boneless chicken thighs that he had marinated in yogurt and Tandoor Massala. He also made naan, which he cooked by slapping the flat loaf onto the side of the oven – it had a wonderful smokey taste. It was a fabulous meal. (The potato is there to keep the food from sliding off the skewer, and it’s also really delicious cooked in the Tandoor.)

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bread in the tandoor-001

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You may have noticed in one of the photos above that there is quite a crack in the pot.  There were a couple of bumps on the road to this first dinner; one was two cracks in the flower pot.  They’ve already been mended with a high-temperature glue and all is now well.  The other bump had to do with the lovely marble knob that Speedy attached to the top of the lid (formerly the bottom) of the pot.  The metal around the knob softened up in the high heat, and when he removed the lid he was left holding a knob as the lid crashed to the terrace where it broke:

broken lid

But that was easily remedied with the purchase of a ‘sottovaso’ (terracotta saucer or under-plate) at the local garden center. This solution actually proved better than the original because, being slightly larger than the pot, its lip overhangs the side of the pot.  He attached the marble knob to it using high-temperature glue and marble mastic, and all is now well.  The final, one might say ‘crowning,’ step was to make a cover to put over the top to protect the whole shebang during inclement weather.  This called for another sottovaso, this one in plastic, with a hole cut out to accommodate the marble knob of the oven’s top, the hole in turn protected by a terracotta flower pot, decorated with a Ligurian beach stone.

tandoor protective lid

It’s been an engaging project for the past month, and now Speedy has the fun of honing his Tandoor cooking skills.  The Tandoor can bake and smoke food; I suspect he will have a fine time learning the subtleties of both approaches.  So far he’s doing very well with the smoke:

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Last night he produced turkey thighs that were exceptional. I don’t know if it’s the cooking method or the marination, but the meat comes out very tender indeed.

turkey tandoori-002

I am looking forward to many more meals cooked in the Tandoor. A side benefit for me is that there are fewer dishes to wash at the end of the meal. Next on the menu: marinated leg of lamb for Leo’s visit next Tuesday.  Hurrah! Long live the Tandoor oven!

Nonna Salamone’s Christmas Cookies

29 Saturday Dec 2012

Posted by farfalle1 in American recipes, Desserts, Food, Uncategorized

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Christmas Cookies, Cookies, Sugar Cookies

christmas cookies

Bowing to the clamor from at least three faithful blog readers, I herewith present you with the recipe for Speedy’s mother’s Christmas cookies.  Too late for this year, I know, but tuck it away for early next December.

Speedy’s father came to the U.S. from Sicily, and his mother was born here shortly after her parents arrived from the same island.  Somehow through all the years that I’ve been scarfing down these yummy cookies I figured that they were adapted from an old Sicilian Christmas recipe.  Not at all.

In fact, if I were to be completely honest, this recipe should be called Mrs. Stockwell’s Christmas cookies.  I asked Speedy what the history of his Mom’s cookies was and he said, “I don’t know.  They were just always there.  Ask my sister.”  So I did.

Back when Speedy wasn’t even a twinkle in his father’s eye his parents lived across the street from Mrs. Stockwell; her divorced daughter, Darlene Johnson; and her little boy Jerry Johnson. Little Jerry and Speedy’s sister Fran were best friends when they were very young, and frequently played together.  On the days when they were not allowed to play together each would sit on his own curb and they would converse across the then-sleepy Wisconsin Avenue.

They went to kindergarten together, Fran and Jerry, and Fran remembers that Jerry was quite a talker.  In fact, she well remembers the day the kindergarten teacher ran out of patience with Jerry’s continual chatter, put tape across his mouth and deposited him in the cloak room.  Somehow I can’t see that happening nowadays.

And the cookies?  Well, they were Mrs. Stockwell’s recipe, and she shared it with Mrs. Johnson’s friend Nonna Salamone who turned them into her own Christmas tradition.  I got wondering about the Crisco – was that even around in the mid-1930’s when all this recipe exchanging and mouth-taping was going on?  Yes, it turns out that Crisco was introduced in 1911 and packaged sour cream was introduced a year later.  So there had been plenty of time for this great recipe to be invented. I like to imagine that maybe Mrs. Stockwell and Mrs. Johnson invited Frances over to bake cookies with Jimmy – can’t you just picture it?

Illustration courtesy of http://www.etsy.com/shop/GoodlookinVintage?ref=seller_info

Illustration courtesy of http://www.etsy.com/shop/GoodlookinVintage?ref=seller_info

I have no idea who that other little boy is – must be another of Jerry’s friends invited over for the fun. Isn’t Fran adorable?  Hard to imagine we just celebrated her 83rd birthday!

These are the simple cookies of long ago.  They’re fun and easy to make with children, and tasty to eat.  While Crisco has had a lot of bad press over the years, and still suffers a dubious reputation, the Smucker Company has done much to improve it in recent years – you can read its rather interesting history here (I am always amazed at what we can learn from Wikipedia).  It’s probably just fine to use it on those infrequent occasions when you make Nonna Salamone’s Christmas cookies and ‘Mbriolata.  The cookie recipe is here.  I hope you enjoy making (and eating) these cookies as much as Speedy and I do.

My Big Fat Diet

19 Monday Mar 2012

Posted by farfalle1 in Eating out in Arizona, Food, Shopping, Uncategorized

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5 R Cha, Automobile shopping, Car shopping, Dieting, Los Favoritos, MyPlate, Vaqueros

Sculpture by Fernando Botero

Any of you out there NOT go on a diet every now and then?  What is your ‘tipping point,’ that moment when needing to lose a few pounds outweighs the substantial joys of eating and drinking?

For me it’s my undies.  When they’re too tight, I know something must be done.  I turn a deaf ear when my outer clothes complain.  I hear them saying, “Help us!  We can’t stand the pressure!  We’re going to explode!” and it affects me not one whit.  But when my undies don’t fit, it just flat out makes me sad.  And I know that the moment has arrived to log in to MyPlate and start counting calories.  Bah.

That moment arrived last week, but I had to postpone the inevitable thanks to a houseguest who likes to eat and drink as much as we do; to  be honest, I didn’t mind a bit.  There was much tippling, much merriment, and way, way too much to eat.

Then a shocking thing happened:  my car died, the car that has carried me faithfully wherever I wished to go for 17+ years.  It was very upsetting.  The repair bill would have been sizable, and the mechanic opined there would be more big repairs in the not-too-distant future, so… time for a new car.

Not my car, but the same color as mine and almost as much dust as mine usually wears. Photo courtesy of it.wikipedia.org.

Except, of course, we don’t buy new cars; we buy used cars,  which, let me tell you, is a lot more work than strolling into a dealership and ordering up a brand new vehicle.  No!  This isn’t a digression – not this time.  It has bearing on the subject at hand.

Wednesday, which was the day I meant to start my big fat diet, was our first day of car-hunting, and it involved eating out here:

Root beer stand in a previous life?

Speedy thought his burrito was just as good as the ones he gets at our favorite Mexican Food haunt, Los Favoritos.  I had my usual as well, chiles rellenos – but they (there were two instead of my usual one) came with a huge side order of rice and an even huger side of refried beans, and lots and lots of soupy tomato sauce. I scarfed down both chiles and most of the beans.  Speedy finished the beans and we brought home the rice for later use.  If you find yourself on  East Main Street in Mesa give this appealing dive a try; the food was good and the service prompt and charming.  That was Day One of MBFD, right out the window.

I fared no better on Day Two, which was the day we narrowed our search down to two iterations of the same car.  One was way up in north Phoenix, more than an hour’s drive away.  The second was closer by in Mesa.  We had lunch that day at a newish Thai place   that we’ve been eyeing, not far from where we play golf.  It goes by the entrancing name of 5 R Cha which, it turns out, means 5 horses in Thai. ( Have you noticed that there’s a definite Horsey theme to this non-diet so far?)  Here’s my plate – another diet day down the tubes.

Reader, I ate it all.

Day Three of MBFD was hectic as we had to drive all the way back up to north Phoenix to buy the car we liked, a four-year-old Nissan Versa.  While purchasing a car goes pretty smoothly and quickly here, it still takes several hours what with all the paper work that must be done.  We had an important high-stakes golf game at 2 p.m., and didn’t have time for a sit-down lunch.  Instead we got sandwiches at Sclotzsky’s.  There are several of this chain around the Valley, and if you have never had one of their sandwiches, I recommend that you try one.  Delicious!  Perfectly toasted seedy bun holding turkey and perfectly ripe avocados: yum.  But, washed down with a coke, hardly a dieter’s delight.

Day Four of MBFD was recovery from all the driving and stress of the past few days (yes, buying a used car is stressful, even if you have the good fortune to fall into the hands of an honest salesman at an honest dealership – thank you, Scott).  What better way to get over battle fatigue than by eating an enormous Arizona steak, thick and juicy?  And what better accompaniment for that steak than a 2-pound baked potato swimming in melted butter?  I believe a small salad made an appearance as well.

So, today when I got on the scales for the first time in a couple of weeks I discovered why my undies were complaining.  Between the bon vivant guest and car-shopping I managed to put on 5 pounds.  Really.  5 R Bad.  So today, in spite of baking both cookies and bread, I stuck to the MyPlate regimen.  I’m hoping I lost all 5 pounds today so I can go back to my wicked ways tomorrow. But my undies say it isn’t so.

Two of My Favorite Things: Bookstores and Food

12 Monday Mar 2012

Posted by farfalle1 in Arizona, Books, Food, Restaurants, Uncategorized

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Changing Hands Bookstore, Crazy lady, MedFresh Grill, Old Town Books, Phoenix Light Rail, Turkish food

Our friend Mrs. H. recently found a terrific website about restaurants near the stops of the Phoenix Light Rail system.  David Bickford writes generously, entertainingly and cogently about the various eateries, reviewing both food and general ambiance.

While Mam was still here Mrs. H. had the brilliant idea of reading up on some of the stops of the rail and then making a lunchtime field trip. I liked this idea a lot as it combined two activities I really like: riding the light rail, and eating.  Bickford indexes his reviews by restaurant type and by location, so Mam and I spent considerable time poring over the restaurants from the Sycamore Street station to Mill and the ASU campus.

Logo courtesy of Yelp.com

It was our considered opinion that we should visit the MedFresh Grill on Mill Street, because it is the only Turkish restaurant in the Valley, according to both Bickford and the proprietors of the eatery.  Three falafal and chicken kabab plates later we knew we had made the right choice.  It was delicious food, freshly prepared and humbly served.  The falafals were crispy-crisp on the outside, tender on the inside and hot. What I remember most vividly is the very creamy garlic sauce on the side of my plate – it was mostly smushed garlic, but somehow it was made creamy, perhaps by the addition of… cream?  some kind of light, fresh cheese?

Before settling in to overeat we strolled down and then back up Mill Street, the commercial street at the heart of the ASU campus.  There you can find the usual assortment of collegy stores – headshops, music shops, outfitters, and so forth. But you also find what is becoming rarer and rarer these days: a bookstore!

Old Town Books (the proprietors of which can be seen in the top photo above) has been in this location for about twenty years, and outlived Borders, the mega-bookstore that used to be down the street (now Urban Outfitters).  Mrs. H. noticed a copy of a very important book on golf that Speedy didn’t have yet; I was able to pick it up for $4, and he swears it has added 20 yards to his drive!  Mrs. H. found a lovely book of photographs of houses along the James River.  Oddly enough, Mam had grown up along that very river, and was able to tell Mrs. H. odd scraps of news about some of the homes pictured.

So.  Independent Booksellers.  What are the odds they’ll survive?  My guess is the odds are good, at least for the foreseeable future.  Many of them sell both new and used books, sometimes side by side, as in this bookstore that we visited on our way home.

Some serve niche subjects, religion or mysteries, for example.   All are owned and/or operated by people who are passionate about books and who seem always to have the time to interrupt whatever they’re doing and talk about them.

Amazon and Googlebooks are challenging the big box bookstores such as Borders (now in bankruptcy) and Barnes and Noble (rumored to be for sale).  But the smaller indies have stock that is not always readily available online, and have devoted patrons who want to keep their neighborhood bookstores afloat.  The Book-Buyer’s Guide to New, Used and Antiquarian Bookstores in the Phoenix Valley lists no fewer than 36 stores.  Some are open by chance or by appointment (Machine Age); some have large staffs and come close to looking like a big box store (Changing Hands).

Then there are the hybrids, the stores we access online but which seem to be independents.  You can find them at thriftbooks.com (free shipping!) or abebooks.com.  Both sites list the book I bought Speedy for pretty much what I paid for it.  The thriftbooks site is more forgiving of bad spelling (is it Pinnick or Penick??) than abebooks.  And of course all the local indies have web-sites, though they don’t list all their book stock.

The bottom line?  There’s nothing more pleasurable then setting out to find some good food and coming across a good bookstore at the same time.  And if you go to your local bookstore rather than sitting at home with your computer  you may well have an adventure.  We did (we always do when we ride the Light Rail).  We met a well-groomed and neatly turned out woman carrying a cat in a handsome carrier.  I engaged her in conversation about her pet, a gleaming black puss with yellow eyes.

“He’s a leopard,” she told me.

“Really?!” I replied, thinking surely she meant ‘panther.’

We bantered back and forth, me asking questions and she answering them. By  the time we parted I had learned that she had found her kitty in the desert, the runt of a litter, and that scientists had dumped the kittens out in the desert after creating them by hybridizing a leopard with a schnauser, a pig and some other animal none of us can remember!   To say we were amazed to learn about this scientific accomplishment is an understatement.  We will never have such an animal because they cost $10,000 if you buy them, if you can find them.  Our new friend counted herself extremely lucky to have found hers in the wild.

But I digress, as usual.  Bookstores and restaurants – you’re almost sure to be entertained and satisfied if you visit ones you’ve never been to before.  Just watch out for the panthers.

Photo courtesy of Wikipedia

A True Story

19 Thursday Jan 2012

Posted by farfalle1 in Food, Italian food, Uncategorized

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Octopus, Octopus salad

Photo courtesy of animal-wildlife.blogspot.com

Speedy was at our local supermarket not too long ago when his eye fell on a tray containing two enormous, beautiful octopuses (octopi?).  With great excitement he asked Sherry behind the counter what the story was.

With a big sigh she explained that a customer had ordered the octopus, but had then changed her mind and decided not to buy them after all, thereby leaving the store holding the bag, as it were.

Speedy was delighted with the appearance of the octopus, and the price was very reasonable, so good hunter-gatherer that he is, he brought one home.  Sherry was thrilled and said that she would probably be given a week off for selling one. When I say it was big, I mean it was Big – at over two pounds it was larger than what we’re accustomed to finding in Italy.  We ate about one-quarter of it as an antipasto that very night; the other three-quarters repose in the freezer where they are becoming ever more tender.  (Gone are the days when you had to hurl your octopus against a wall to tenderize it; freezing does the trick perfectly.)

The next time Speedy was in the market he asked Sherry when she was getting her week off.  Sadly she told him that in fact she was not given time off for the sale.  What a pity.

It’s funny about octopus in the U.S.  Delicious as it is, it is not commonly eaten in much of the country.  I suppose in the big sophisticated cities like New York and L.A. there is a certain following for the tentacled treat.  But here in the desert – well, it’s just never found on a menu or in a market fish case.  Which would seem downright insane to any self-respecting Italian.

Octopus can be prepared in a number of ways.  Speedy likes a cold salad with oil, garlic, lemon and parsley.  Our friend Tay is mad for the Mexican version in a salsa close to pico de gallo, but with lemon or lime juice.  A simple warm Spanish salad with oil, potato slices, hot chili and parsley is also quite yummy.  Mario Batali has a nice recipe here which you can try… if you can find an octopus.  Ask at our market – my guess is they still have one lurking about somewhere!

Mystery Solved…

24 Monday Oct 2011

Posted by farfalle1 in American recipes, Food, gardening, Uncategorized

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Good food for cold weather, Pumpkin gratin, pumpkin sformata, Squash gratin, Squash sformata


No, not the heinous murder on Via Enrico Toti, about which I told you last week.  That is still under investigation; our friend on the State Police force here in Rapallo has told us they have enlisted the aid of the Vigili del Fuoco, the Guardia Forestale and  the Polizia Provinciale to solve the crime.  No doubt the Guardia di Finanza will be called in at some point too.

The mystery that is solved, almost to my satisfaction, is the one I told you about on August 18, having to do with a strange vegetable that arrived uninvited both in the compost pile and under a climbing rose.  And am I embarrassed!  You’d think after umpety-bumpteen years of gardening I would recognize a pumpkin when I saw one, but I didn’t recognize these as pumpkins, not at all. And while I’m calling it a pumpkin, I’m still not 100% convinced it is a true pumpkin.

As the strange yellow squash-like orbs of August matured they began to take on a more pumpkiny look – orange skin, though not as orange as a good old New England pumpkin gets.  I find the light stripes highly suspicious:

I never grew a pumpkin before that had this sort of stripes.  It’s almost as if a decorative gourd eloped with a smallish pumpkin and had a couple of dubious, if beautiful, offspring.

The pumpkins (I’ll call them that for the sake of ease) each weighed about seven pounds.  Inside the one we opened were more seeds than anything else, which is a pumpkiny trait.  But there was not as much non-fibrous flesh as I associate with true pumpkins.

So what did we do with this gorgeous thing?  One night I made a baked squash (pumpkin)  gratin, which used about half of one pumpkin (recipe of Deborah Madison here).  After peeling and cutting it into cubes and boiling briefly I whizzed up the other half in the food processor, and a few nights later made a fabulous sformata of squash (pumpkin), courtesy of Mario Batali (recipe here).

We had company for both these dishes, and they were really well received.  So if you have a squash kicking around, or a pumpkin, or something in between, try one of these autumn/winter dishes – you won’t be disappointed.

That’s one mystery solved.  Now back to Via Toti…

The Best Thing We Ate This Week – Three P’s Pasta

13 Thursday Oct 2011

Posted by farfalle1 in Food, Italian food, Italian recipes, Uncategorized

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Paglia e fieno, Pasta with pancetta cream and peas, Straw and hay pasta

Piselle, Pancetta, Panna!  (Peas, smoked bacon cubes, cream!)

A dear friend served us this dish, made with fresh (!) peas in the Spring and was kind enough to share the recipe.  Before I could share it with you the weather got too hot to be thinking about pasta and cream, so I waited.  But now the days are shorter, the evenings cooler, and anything creamy doesn’t sound like such a bad idea. We made it this week and it was every bit as good as we remembered. 

It’s a simple enough recipe that it doesn’t require a separate page.  Here’s what you need:

Chicken (or other) broth
Fresh or frozen peas
Pancetta (or diced bacon)
Olive oil
Paglia e fieno pasta (mix of yellow and green noodles) – fresh is much, much                                                                                                                better than dry
Heavy cream
Parmigiano

Here’s what you do, as described by our friend:

Just saute some pancetta (or diced bacon in the USA) in a bit of olive oil.

Fresh peas really make a difference in this dish, but if not available frozen peas will do (but no canned peas please). Saute the peas in a little chicken broth until barely cooked and still crunchy.

The proper pasta for this dish is called Paglia & Fieno (it means Straw and Hay: the yellow noodles are the Straw and the green ones the Hay).  Cook the pasta until it is done to your taste.

While the pasta is cooking drain the peas, reserving the broth, add them to the pancetta and mix in enough heavy cream to cover the pasta well.

Grate a little Parmesan over the top and serve.

Use the reserved broth to thin if the dish seems too sticky.


Note that as a variation for this dish you can sautè some diced onions (or better yet – spring onions) in with the pancetta. Another variation is to substitute diced cooked ham for the pancetta.

You’ll notice there are no quantities given for the various ingredients.  Just get the amount of pasta that you want and use what seems to be an appropriate amount of the other ingredients according to your own preferences.  You can’t go wrong.  Buon Appetito!

The Best Thing We Ate This Week – Stuffed Grape Leaves

11 Sunday Sep 2011

Posted by farfalle1 in Food, Gardening in Italy

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Grapes, Stuffed Grape Leaves


Grapes.  Italy is covered with them, and this is the season when they come into their own.  All around Toscana and Piemonte the grapes are being harvested and turned into wine.  The markets are full of plump pale green eating grapes, sweet, succulent and seedy.  Delicious!

About five years ago our friends Rick and Marisa gave us a small vine of what’s called American grapes here – the sweet purple Concord grape from which grape jelly is made.  Every year it grew a little more, but remained rather small.  (One reason it did so is because some critter kept eating the new shoots each year.) Suddenly this year it exploded (as you can see above) threatening to engulf our terrace.

With great excitement we watched as many panicles developed little hard green orbs which gradually swelled and began to change color.  There were so many!  One day I hunted through the vines, mentally counting jars of jam, and, after a taste, decided that the fruit needed one more day of hot sun and then it would be perfect.

The next morning I gathered up a basket and the secators and headed down for the first ever vendemia.  But wait.  Where were the grapes??  With mounting horror I realized that there was not a grape to be seen.  The panicles were still there, their little stems taunting me, but not a one carried a grape any more.  Who was the villain?  We suspect a rat, literally, as they like sweet grapes we’re told.  Must have been a rat smart enough to finally figure out that waiting for the grapes in August was better than eating the new growth in May. But oh, grrrrrr.  I was so annoyed.

But then I got thinking, all is not lost.  We might not have grape jam this year, but the Captain makes wonderful stuffed grape leaves.  So instead of harvesting grapes I harvested a couple dozen beautiful leaves and called the head chef to report what had happened.  He made a detour to the local Middle Eastern food shop and picked up a kilo of of frozen lamb and that night we sat down to a delicious meal.  It has always puzzled us that in this country of grapes there do not seem to be recipes for the leaves.  But thank goodness other cultures have developed them, and that night we were the beneficiaries.


You can find the recipe the Captain uses here.  It is taken from a book called Finest in Middle East Recipes; Exclusive ideas for Better Cooking, by Yasmine Betar.

You’ll notice from the photo that the Captain’s copy of this fine book is the New Edition – 1968 (originally published in 1957).  The author is so modest she doesn’t even put her name on the cover!  The title page lures one on with the promise of “Over one hundred Recipes, Simplified, With suggested menus, Their uses origin and history… Also spicelore and herbs, Some stories of folklore origin.”  The inside of the book is as delightful as the outside:

The illustrations are by Leo Sarkisian, who is well-known as a collector and recorder of African Music.

Ms Betar was born and grew up in Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania, the daughter of a Lebanese food marketer.  She learned food from her father and its preparation and lore from her mother.

The Captain has altered her recipe a bit, but it is still mostly hers.  If you decide to make these stuffed grape leaves you’re in for a real treat.

My New Passion

27 Wednesday Jul 2011

Posted by farfalle1 in Flowers, Food, gardening, Italian flowers, Uncategorized

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Passion Fruit, Passion Fruit Flowers

No, the Captain still has my heart.  But just recently the fruit of the Passion Fruit made my taste buds sit up and say Howdy.  How did I live this long without eating this delectable item?


Angela and I were exploring some of the back regions of Chiavari when we came upon the vine pictured above.  From a distance I thought it was a strange looking kumquat with particularly large fruit; but when we got closer and saw the flowers that were also on the vine I knew right away what it was, even though I’d never seen the fruit before.


There’s no confusing this flower with any other in the world!  It looks like a cross between a spaceship and a freshman beanie; why ever did it evolve in such a peculiar manner?  No doubt there are good reasons for all its elements, but if there ever were a committee-designed flower, this is it.  I can even imagine the committee.

Goddess 1, chair of the committee:  We need a new flower.
Goddess 2: Let’s keep it simple, just some nice creamy petals.
Goddess 1:  A good plan.
Goddess 3:  I’m from Hawaii, I’d like to give it a hint of grass skirt.
Goddess 1:  Well okay, we’ll put that on top of the petals.  A’ole pilikia!
Goddess 4: I’m completely crazy, I want to add some green whirly-gigs with yellow pads. Have I told you about the time aliens abducted me??  They told me to add the whirly-gigs so they can communicate with me.
Goddess 1, in an aside: Girls, she is totally nuts, we’d better humor her.  Aloud: of course we’ll add whirly-gigs.  Live long and prosper.
Goddess 1, again:  Uh oh. We’ve left out the most important part!  We’ve left off the anther.  How are we going to get bees without anthers?  We’ve got to have anthers.  We’ll put them on top of everything, that way our flower’s sure to be pollinated.

Well that’s one way it could’ve happened I suppose, though I’m not sure Mr. Darwin would approve.

I first met the flowers of the Passion Fruit about ten years ago, rampaging along the fence of the house we were renting at the time.  A gardening friend later told me, “Don’t plant that.”  Evidently it is one of the thugs of the plant world, cheerfully twining around, strangling and generally taking over anything in its path.  And for some reason I haven’t seen or thought of it from that day to the day Angela and I encountered the very healthy vine in Chiavari.

Had I eaten the fruit ten years ago I surely would have found a spot in our garden for this treasure to run amok.  What a treat! Sweet, succulent, juicy… why have I never seen it for sale in the markets?

Yes, it’s seedy – it’s pretty much nothing but seeds inside (guess those anthers really do the job well), but the seeds are a pleasure to eat.  They’re not particularly hard or crunchy or unpleasant, the way pomegranate seeds are.  They’re just delicious; it’s the only way I can think to describe them.

Passion Fruit is native to Brazil, where it grows in a purple-skinned variety.  There seems to be some question about where the orange/yellow variety originated.  It’s a much-used fruit in Australia, New Zealand and Hawaii, among other places, and is a good source of vitamins A and C, and, if you eat the seeds, an excellent source of dietary fiber.

Image courtesy of Passaia

The juice is frequently extracted and used to flavor other juices and sauces.  If you’ve drunk a soft-drink called Passaia in Switzerland, you’ve drunk Passion Fruit juice.  Unfortunately the flavor of the juice degrades with heating, though it keeps well in a frozen form.

About its thuggish character?  All too true!  It can grow fifteen to twenty feet in one year; though it is a short lived perennial (only five to seven years), it can cover quite a bit of territory in that time.  (Let’s see, 17 X 7 = 119 feet, that is a lot… maybe that’s why I don’t see much of it in Italian terrace gardens.)  You can learn more about Passion Fruit varieties, propagation and cultivation here if you’re inclined to try growing some yourself.  Me?  I think I’ll just go back to the vine in Chiavari when I get a hankering for that yummy taste – there was no shortage of fruit on those vines.

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