Another Food Memory (posted by Nonnax10)

May 20th, 2008

Recently I read a question on the Recipe Exchange of our local newspaper which brought back a flood of memories. The request was for a recipe for “Cicola Bread” made with “some type of dried meat”.

 

In Italy there are many dialects from north to south. The Cicola Bread which was being requested is, I think, the Ciccolini Bread that my grandmother made each year in the fall. I’ll share with you some family history of the ciccolini.
Each year my grandmother would purchase a baby pig, raise it for a few months in a baby playpen in a corner of her enormous kitchen.  As soon as winter was over, she would put it outside near the barn and continue to raise this pig until it was considered large enough to butcher.  She would feed it carefully, cooking food for it each day so that the meat would taste pure and the fat would remain pure and white. Talk about organic.  The neighborhood butcher and my grandfather would butcher the pig and then my grandmother would dress it and proceed to utilize every single portion except the oink.
She would make dry sausages; sausage cured in tubs of olive oil; prosciutto; capicola; saguinaccio (a blood pudding made with nuts and dried fruits); and fresh white lard for cooking.  The innards would be cleaned and diced and together with various vegetables, made into a delicious stew much as tripe is today. There would be roasts and stews galore. With the ears, tail, feet and other portions, my mother would create an aspic with a lot of vinegar and spices which would remain in the fridge in a large bowl, much to my Dad’s delight. I was young and this is about all I remember, but I do remember the by-product of the lard processes, the Ciccolini!
When the skin of the pig was rendered, the fat was strained and solidified, resulting in the pure white lard which was stored in a crock for use in cooking. Then the remaining bits of skin slowly continued cooking until they became little teeny bits of brown crackling heaven. Grandma would then make a crusty Italian bread and before the second rise she would incorporate the ciccolini into the dough. I think that Southern Crackling Bread uses somewhat the same process, probably also brought over by immigrants.
I would imagine that in this day and age an approximation would be to use the fat from a fresh ham. You could also use pancetta or prosciutto, but the taste would be slightly different. A cooked ham would have a smoky taste which would alter the taste considerably, but may be to someone’s taste.
However, I thank the Recipe Exchange for reminding me. Memories are precious and I am anxious to share them with my grandchildren so that they will have family history to share when they are older.

Pizza Dough at Home (posted by gootzman)

April 11th, 2008

I’ve been cooking pizza at home for years.  I just like to experiment with toppings and, in the summer, I like to grill my pizza dough and put fresh toppings on it and melt some fresh mozzarella or creamy gorgonzola on top.

Recently my new motivation for cooking pizza at home is the cost.  Pizzas in my area cost $15-$18 for one cheese pizza.  It’s more with toppings.  It’s still relatively cheap eats, but it annoys me since I know how much it costs to make it. 

What holds people up so often is the pizza dough.  You can buy pizza sauce at the store and cheese.  Many stores now even have a fair quality pizza dough that you can buy, but it’s not as easy to use and as supple as the dough you make at home.  It can be done and pretty easily.

I have to say, the longer you have to raise your dough, the better.  Time builds up the glutens in the dough and makes it easier to work with all around.  I have a recipe that calls for six hours of rising time for the dough but I don’t often have six hours.  I use fast rising yeast as a rule and haven’t noticed a big difference (in the absence of six hours or more to make the dough).

There are three basic ways to use the dough.  If you are a fan of thick Sicilian style pizza, the only difference between that and thin pizza is the quantity that you use.  So, if you use about one pound of dough for two thin crust pizzas, use the whole pound to make one half-sheet pan of thick crust pizza.  This is also helpful if you don’t have pizza pans or a stone to cook on at home. 

The second way to use the dough is for thin crust pizza.  I find that about ½ pound of dough makes a 12-14 inch pizza.  The dough stays softer if you stretch it by hand only.  It takes some practice and a little more time, but the dough is not tough.

The third way to use the dough is extra thin.  There’s a pizza parlor in my hometown that has been making pizza this way for 75 years.  What they do, I think, is to take dough (less than ½ pound) and roll it out.  Then they “dock” it or put holes in the dough all over.  This keeps the dough from rising.  It comes super thin and the dough doesn’t rise because the steam or air in the dough escapes through the holes instead of pushing the dough up.

Finally, and I have found no way around this at home, I find that the only way to get the dough to be cooked, but not overcooked, before the toppings burn, is to cook the pizza at 550 degrees.  I have tried everything from 400 degrees to 550 degrees.  I find that the dough comes chewy and undercooked at the lower temperatures. 

Many recipes will add a little honey or a little milk or some olive oil (which makes the dough harder to work with) or some other ingredient to differentiate it.  Truth is, they make little difference.  The only element that makes a difference is time.  Therefore, my simple recipe for pizza dough every night is:

 

3 cups unbleached all purpose flour 

1 cup of lukewarm water

2 tsps. fast rising yeast (use a teaspoon of sugar to proof)

1 ½ tsps. sea salt

Dissolve the yeast in the water and add the sugar for about five minutes, or until the yeast begins foaming.  Add the dry ingredients to the wet and knead the dough for about 5-10 minutes in a mixer or 10 minutes by hand.

Place the dough in a warm part of the kitchen in a glass bowl (big enough to let it double or more).  Cover with plastic wrap and let it rise one to one and one-half hours.  If you have time, divide the dough after the first rise and cut into two pieces (or three for smaller pizzas).  Form balls with the pieces, cover and let them rise on a floured cookie sheet.  Make sure to loosely cover with plastic wrap so they don’t develop a crust from exposure to air.

Have fun with the toppings!


A Blast from the Past (posted by nonnax10)

April 1st, 2008

Yesterday I served a meal out of the past. Swedish meatballs over noodles, veggies and a Jell-O mold.  I usually sere sweet and sour red cabbage with this meal, but out of deference to my granddaughters, I went with another veggie. The gelatin mold, however, was a holdover from when my children were young and one which they always enjoyed. It got me to thinking.

There was a time when molds were ubiquitous. We had one for every different meal. The one I made is strawberry banana Jell-O, crushed pineapple, bananas and frozen strawberries layered with sour cream. I always liked it because it could be served directly from the dish in which it was made and there was no need to hold your breath while you unmolded it. Every cook had a collection of different molds and we used them to advantage. There were molds that were tall, fat, round, oval, and even some that had fruit or veggies outlined so that the finished product was self-decorated. We served cider molds at Thanksgiving, cranberry and wine molds at Christmas and one Easter I even made a Jell-O mold that was lemon lime with shredded carrots and celery in it.  Boy were we cutting edge!

Gelatin molds are not a new thing. I can remember my mother making a gelatin mold for my Dad from various parts of the pig in a very “vinegary” aspic with all sorts of spices. She kept it in the fridge and he helped himself  with quite a bit of relish. Of course, we’ve all read of aspic covered eggs, and the calf’s foot jellies of Jane Austen.

It got me to thinking of some other items that came and went out of the food lexicon.  There were brioche, croissants, lava or volcano cakes, cupcakes (which still seem to be around), and let us not forget cold pasta salads. I read recently that cream puffs were supposed to be the next great thing, but so far no great push in the food magazines. The one thing that does seem to attract attention is artisanal bread and that is a really good thing. Well worth the effort.

I wonder what will be next?

All You Need Is Love (posted by gootzman)

March 24th, 2008

No, I’m not referring to the Beatles song.  I’m referring to the qualifications you need to submit a recipe, or a question or a blog on this site.  All opinions matter.  Someone that I just spoke to who is an avid wine collector and holds a monthly wine club may have a very well developed palate.  When you hear Mario Batalli talk about his years in Italy, he learned a lot from little Italian mamas cooking at home or in the kitchens of restaurants that their families own.  The popular new cookbook, Jamie’s Italy (Jamie Oliver) is based on what he learned traveling the countryside and competing with the experts, again the little old mamas that he couldn’t keep up with when they made fresh pasta.

I also recently spoke with my accountant who loves our site.  He has visited it many times but is afraid to submit information because he doesn’t want to appear foolish.  He’s not really a foodie, so he says.  Well last summer he and his family spent every morning of their vacation trying a new and different breakfast restaurant and comparing them.  To me, that’s a foodie.  I want his opinion and I’m sure others do to.

This site is about passion for food and wine.  I occasionally mix in my passions for travel and cultural history.  I think they are inexorably tied to my passion for food.  Whatever you have to say, your opinions matter.  After all, let’s not forget that the people “in the industry” are only trying to figure out what we like.  They only succeed based on what we like. 

Our most recent newsletter includes a recipe for Irish Stew.  How did that happen?  It is our St. Patrick’s Day newsletter.  How did corned beef and boiled potatoes get knocked off their throne?  I asked an Irish friend of mine what is quintessentially Irish that isn’t corned beef.  He immediately responded with Guinness Lamb Stew.  What makes this man a foodie is that he loves to eat and really appreciates a good meal.  He used to share a lot of them at my house.  He often brought the wine, one of his passions.  He hasn’t come over for some time and we have to remedy that.  He was surprised that he could contribute anything about food to someone like me, who talks about it all the time.  He did.  Thanks Pat. 

That’s what we want.  Real opinions from real people who love food and wine.  That’s what has shaped most of our food experiences.   Share it with us.


Keeping Traditions

March 22nd, 2008

We are preparing for Easter right now in our house.  This means many things to us, but there are certainly food traditions that we are passing down to our girls.  Being a foodie, for me, has so much to do with family and friends and the comfort of traditions.  While we are preparing for Easter, this blog is not so much about that and the foods we eat as it is about keeping our traditions.  This time of year is filled with so many traditions.  St. Patrick’s Day, St. Joseph’s Day, Easter, and Passover. 

On Saturday night, we will eat Pizza chena.  It is a stuffed bread.  My recipes mixes diced pieces of prosciutto, prosciuttini (pepper ham); capicola, boiled ham, salami, basket cheese and some egg that are then placed into the bottom half of a basic bread dough and topped with the other half.  It is baked and served warm or at room temperature.  On Sunday we will eat Pastere (ricotta pie) and homemade Cannoli (I have the burn marks to prove that we made them).

What’s so important about all of this high caloric food?  I could say memories of childhood.  I could also say that they taste great, especially since we eat them only once each year.  But the best example I can relate happened this past weekend.  My mom and I made the dough for the shells.  My dad rolled it out.  My two girls cut the dough rounds that were then placed around the metal tubes before it is fried and becomes cannoli shells.  We talked, laughed, played music and then sat down and each ate one of our creations. 

I plan to make the pizza chena with my girls on Saturday afternoon.  After it is cooked, I will bring a generous portion of it to some down-the-street neighbors that we met this past Saturday night, at a St. Patrick’s Day party that our friends have every year.  He is Italian and just happened to speak to me about this stuffed bread that he hadn’t had since childhood; so I promised him a piece.  Maybe some new friends?

These experiences and connecting with family and friends are why we keep our food traditions alive.

The Feast of St. Joseph (posted by gootzman)

March 17th, 2008

This time of year there is a traditional Neapolitan (or Sicilian depending on the account you read) delight that you might have seen, but didn’t know its significance.  The Feast of St. Joseph is a celebration of St. Joseph saving Italians from drought (or famine depending on the account you read).  How we go from there to a cream-filled pastry I don’t know. 

It’s basically a cream puff that’s traditionally filled with a ricotta cream, although in the US you will see them with whipped cream fillings, vanilla pastry cream or chocolate cream.  They are dusted with confectioner’s sugar or topped with whipped cream and candied fruit.

A little different from most cream puffs, the choux is piped and tiered upward.  Some say that represents a crown.  Others say it represents the Holy Trinity in three layers.  For me, it means a break in the winter; a festival; people standing around singing and drinking and making music.  How odd for a group of Italians to do that? 

When I see a Zeppole di San Giuseppe, also called a Sfinge di San Giuseppe, I think of accordion music and the ability to eat meat during Lent (at least when I was a kid and we observed these rules).  Like so many food traditions, it’s family and fun and gathering together to celebrate.  Celebrate what?  Most people couldn’t tell you but the celebration is important anyway.

Here’s one of the many recipes that I found.  Give it a try.

Zeppole di San Giuseppe  (St. Joseph’s Day Cream Puffs)
 

1 cup hot water
1/2 cup butter
1 Tbsp sugar
1/2 tsp salt
1 cup sifted all-purpose flour
4 eggs
1 tsp grated orange peel
1 tsp grated lemon peel
Lightly grease a baking sheet and preheat oven to 450º


Bring water, butter sugar and salt to boil in a medium saucepan. Add flour, all at once and beat vigorously with a wooden spoon until mixture leaves sides of pan and forms a smooth ball (about 3 minutes) Remove from heat.  Quickly beat in eggs, one at a time, beating until smooth after each addition. Continue beating until mixture is smooth and glossy. Add orange and lemon peel and mix thoroughly Drop by tablespoonfuls 2-in apart on the baking sheet. Bake at 450º 15 minutes. Lower heat to 350º. Bake 15-20 minutes or until golden in color. Remove to rack and cool completely. Cut slit in side of each puff and fill with whipped cream, vanilla pudding or ricotta filling (below).


Ricotta Filling
3 cups ricotta cheese (about 1.5lbs)
1 ¼ cups sugar
2 tsp vanilla extract
2 Tsbp grated orange peel
2 Tbsp grated lemon peel
Combine all ingredients and beat with electric mixer about 10 minutes. Chill in refrigerator until ready to use.

A New Approach to Corned Beef (posted by Nonna x10)

March 12th, 2008

If you, like me, feel compelled to cook corned beef and cabbage for St. Patrick’s Day whether or not anyone in your family cares for it, take heart. I think I may have a solution for you.

First, use a FIRST CUT of corned beef. They’re marked on the label. Try to find one that bends easily, indicating there is no excess muscle or fat in the center that you cannot see. (By the way, this is a good rule to use when purchasing a whole beef tenderloin. Just pick it up and bend it. If it bends easily, buy it. If not, put it back and try another.) Any other hunk of corned beef will be fatty. If your family is squeamish, this will not go over well. Cook according to package directions, changing water and adding spices. In addition to the package of spices usually included, I add some additional bay leaves, peppercorns, coriander, mustard seeds and cloves. 
About an hour before the meat is to be done, add peeled large white baking potatoes and some peeled carrots to the water. I do not add cabbage; more later. When it has completed cooking, remove the meat from the water, cut off any really excess fat from the top (the corned beef will have shrunk considerably) place in an ovenproof dish, and here is the twist. Over the top and sides of the meat, spread a mixture of mustard of your choice and brown sugar. In a pinch if you’re short of time, just use some maple syrup out of the bottle, and place under a heated broiler until bubbly and shiny. Remove, let set for a minute of so, slice thinly and serve. Watch them eat it up!
I do not add the cabbage at the same time as the potatoes and carrots simply because I do not like all of my food to taste the same. If you do, go ahead. What I do is cut the cabbage into quarters, remove the hard core, slice thinly or shred and sauté’ in a little olive oil until crunchy and slightly caramelized. Remember to turn over occasionally so cabbage on bottom does not burn. I use a wok.
Remember to make some Irish soda bread. There are hundreds of recipes. Be careful adding baking soda or it will taste harsh. Handle lightly bake and serve. Makes great toast the next day.
On St. Paddy’s day everyone is Irish, so sing the songs, eat the food and greet everyone with a smile. You and they will be the happier and richer for the greeting.


Nutella is a Wonderful Invention (posted by gootzman)

March 3rd, 2008

Some things can’t be improved upon.  Nutella is one of them.  I have had this chocolate and hazelnut spread several times in the past few months.  We keep a jar of it in our house.  I recently went to a very popular market that does not stock Nutella because it has some ingredients that cannot be characterized as “natural.”  It just didn’t match up.

I have had it on a crepe along the street, as part of a dessert with hot crepes, bananas and ice cream.  I even had a Nutella tramezzini.  That’s fancy for a dessert sandwich.  Like peanut butter, it works well on a spoon out of the jar.  My daughters had it as a middle layer of a chocolate cake.

It’s simple and usually served unadulterated.  It’s great warm or cold.  It’s just one of those food items that can be spread on fruit or bread or cake and doesn’t ever disappoint.  I have eaten it in four countries.  They all love it.  How does something become a standard around the world?  I haven’t eaten peanut butter or blood sausage in other countries.  When I go to England, they insist that chips (French fries)  have to be thick cut.  In France they have to be thin cut.  In the US they are served thick and thin, plain or rippled.  Nutella is the same wherever you go. 

Here are five easy ways to enjoy Nutella – share yours with us in our comments!

1.       Peanut butter and Nutella sandwiches, warm on toasted bread. (Be creative with the bread!)

2.       Nutella and ice cream stuffed crepes.  Or warm Nutella sauce poured over ice cream.

3.       Nutella cream layer in a chocolate cake.

4.       Nutella dipped strawberries or bananas. (Think Nutella fondue?!)

5.       Nutella coffee.  Warm it and add it to your coffee.  

 

 

 

I Love New York — I Hate the Cost (posted by gootzman)

February 29th, 2008

I grew up not far from New York City.  It has always been a place with a wonderful range of ethnic foods.  I used to be able to eat well on a simple budget.  Then I went to school in New York.  I still had no money but was still able to eat well.  You could stretch that deli sandwich into two or three meals.  You could find a little noodle shop or a hole-in-the wall Italian restaurant for a simple (but delicious) plate of pasta.  My fellow students and I prided ourselves on the ability to split an appetizer at a local bar or split three dollars worth of tasty pork lo mein.

It’s really hard to do this now, at least in Manhattan.  I really love New York and want to take advantage of its culinary diversity.  I went there this weekend with my family and choked on the prices the entire weekend.  In many parts of town, it’s really hard to feed a family for a reasonable price unless you want to eat under the golden arches or have slices of pizza all weekend. 

Not surprisingly, I can’t convince a ten year old and a seven year old that meat on a stick from the vendor on the street won’t kill them.  Also, when it’s cold outside, they aren’t inclined to eat while they walk along the street.  Value in food traditions is disappearing.

I think that’s why people are venturing out to Astoria for Greek food or to Brooklyn for Italian.  Much of Manhattan is becoming unreachable for the average family.  The problem, they aren’t going to move Rockefeller Center, or Broadway or the Metropolitan Museum of Art.  I guess we just won’t eat out nearly as much as we used to when we go to “The City.”  That’s too bad.  I love to share culture through food with my family.  I like to sit around a table and talk to each other over a meal. 

What’s the answer?  I guess for now the answer is to stay downtown as much as possible.  The prices drop considerably.  If you don’t mind walking around Greenwich Village or Soho or Canal Street and eating where you can get in, you can still have the experiences I speak about. 

Fourth Time Around-It’s Still Fabulous (posted by gootzman)

November 6th, 2007

I just returned from Paris for the fourth time in the 13 years since I first went there.  The careful attention by vendors and restaurants to all foods at all levels is still remarkable.  We ate at every type of establishment from La Tour D’Argent to a sidewalk crepe stand. 
 

For the uninitiated, as I was until I was lucky enough for someone else to pay for my meal, La Tour D’Argent has been one of Paris’ most exclusive and expensive restaurants sine the late 1500s.  It is famous for its pressed duck breast in green peppercorn sauce and, before you leave, you receive a card with the number of the duck that you were served.  Yes, they have been keeping track of every duck that they have served since they opened.  My duck number was 1059374.  The atmosphere was exquisite as the floor-to-ceiling windows all along the restaurants exterior expose Paris lit up at night; overlooking the flying buttresses of Notre Dame Cathedral and the lit tour boats along the Seine River.  The service was amazing and the environment was high elegance but comfortable.  We were assisted in enjoying our evening by the happiness of celebrating my mother’s 75th birthday.
 

This was a once in a lifetime experience, but not for the faint of wallet.  It also is not the way I enjoy Paris’ food most.  The three most memorable dishes that I had this trip were in small cafes.  One was a beef stew that my brother ate one day at lunch.  By the end of the meal, the four of us were dipping bread into the sauce surrounding the perfectly braised beef and steamed potatoes.  That’s the essence of Paris to me.  This dish took time and attention to make the meat so tender and the sauce so delicious. 
 

I also could not get over how delicious a turkey club sandwich was in a corner café near the Pont Neuf.  It was appropriately called Café du Pont Neuf.  What made it memorable were those attentions to detail and freshness.  The turkey was fresh.  The sliced boiled egg on it was fresh (even though it was 9 pm).  Most of all, the mayonnaise was fresh and rich.  That’s what separates this sandwich from the ubiquitous version I eat at home. 
 

Finally, a dessert.  How can you leave Paris without a great dessert or piece of pastry?  I left the pastry eating to my brother who had the picture perfect caramel éclair from Fauchon’s.  This is the most beautiful specialty food market that you will ever visit.  They had about 8 types of éclairs in the case along with so many other perfect pastries.  We couldn’t work through them all because we had to have a reason to return. 
 

My memorable dessert was eaten, again, at a café, this time on Rue Capucine at the appropriately-named Le Grande Café du Capucine.  It wasn’t the most inventive dessert but again the attention to freshness and detail made it extraordinary.  It was a napoleon created with paper-thin layers of chocolate ganache (substituting the puff pasty) and a chocolate mousseline between the layers of ganache.  On top of the mousseline were small pieces of hazelnut praline.  I don’t know why these simple items should taste so good and so different, but they did. 
 

There are things that restaurants in Paris just won’t sacrifice.  They won’t sacrifice the time necessary to make good food and they won’t sacrifice freshness.  I wish we weren’t always in such a rush here.