Sharing a passion for food

On Friday I was fortunate enough to be chosen by the Community Food Bank of New Jersey to be guest judge at their Food Service Training Academy’s International Cook-Off. I guess it’s one of the perks of being a food blogger for a major daily newspaper.

The Community Food Bank of New Jersey distributes food and grocery products to charities serving over 900,000 people in need throughout New Jersey. As an extension of their charitable service, the Food Bank runs a food service training academy that trains men and women for careers in the food service industry. This fourteen week job skills program ends with a final exam that features a competition of sorts with the students being graded on food from a specific region of the country or world.

These students prepared the food of England complete with a corned beef terrine, English Roast Beef with Yorkshire Pudding and Fish and Chips

A few weeks before the competition, the students work in teams and randomly choose a region that they will develop a menu from, cooking  the different foods of that region.

The competition takes place over four days, and on Friday I was there to judge the foods prepared from Slovakia, England, Chile and Spain. I have to say, that the students really stepped up to the task and prepared everything from appetizers to main entrees and dessert, some even preparing special drinks from the region.

The judging was based on execution of the meal, table presentation and customer service.

The kitchens at the academy are nothing less than magnificent. I could have been in the kitchens of some major hotel or cruise line. Everything is there to help them learn the basics of food preparation and then some. And watching them prepare for their meals I saw a passion in the way they each had a job to do and worked as a team to get the job done. And quite nicely I might add.

Like myself, these students had a passion for what they did. But unlike myself they were working in a high pressure environment to prepare the meals in large volume and serve the staffers of the Food Bank for this final exam competition.

The toughest part of my judging was tasting everything the students prepared. The tasting wasn’t the hard part, there was very little there that I didn’t like, but it was tough just tasting and not devouring everything on my plate to leave room for the next table. I guess it’s the art of food tasting that I have yet to master.

Heading up the academy is Executive Chef Paul Kapner, who is the director of the Food Service Training Academy. Assisting him with all aspects of the training are Chef Ronald Nicholas and Chef Portia Lashley. Between them the students have a first class opportunity to learn cooking skills as well as safety standards for food preparation and storage as well as learn how to succeed in the workplace. Graduates leave with 500 hours of kitchen experience, a ServSafe Sanitation certificate and membership in the American Culinary Federation. In house staffer, Nicole Howard, is an employment specialist and helps the graduates find jobs in area restaurants. Some can even go onto furthering their culinary training by enrolling  in Hudson Community Colleges culinary classes, leading to a degree.

Judging by the delicious food the students prepared and served and the way they took pride in presentation and set up, I would have to say they are well on their way in sharing their passion for food and becoming a valuable asset to any restaurant that will hire them. And I’m sure many of them will be executive chefs themselves, once given the opportunity.

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Ravioli with Sage Butter Sauce

Like my mother and grandmother, whenever I make fresh homemade ravioli I always make more than for just one meal. It’s an awful lot of work for just a meal, so while the pasta machine is out and the ingredients are flowing it doesn’t take much more effort to make enough for a rainy day.

Unlike my mother and grandmother, I have developed a technique as to not have to lay out the fresh ravioli on a bed to dry out, avoiding a disasterous accident of sleeping on the ravioli and ruining them as my brother and I have.

As the first batch of ravioli come off the assembly line, I lay them out on a large cookie sheet sprinkled with flour and cornmeal so they will not stick. I then place them all in a single layer into my freezer and freeze them solid and then pack them into zip lock bags and store them until I’m ready to cook them for a meal.

These are the ravioli I’m using for this simple recipe. A little work on the front end will produce an easy meal up the road at the back end. I have already made two meals out of my frozen ravioli in addition to the fresh ravioli meal I made when I first put them together. Three meals out of one cooking session is not all that bad.

My original recipe for homemade ricotta ravioli was published on a previous blog of August 1st.

So assuming you already made the ravioli and now have a two pound bag of frozen ravioli in the freezer, or a bag of frozen or fresh ravioli from the store here is a simple way of making them for a quick dinner. Just add a salad and you’re good to go.

Ravioli with Sage Butter Sauce

  • 1 pound of fresh or frozen cheese ravioli

For the Sauce:

  • 1/2 stick of salted butter
  • 7-8 fresh sage leaves, roughly chopped
  • 2 fresh basil leaves, roughly chopped
  • 1/2 cup freshly grated parmigiano Reggiano or Grana Padano
  • Black pepper to taste
  • 2-3 tablespoons of pasta water

In a large pot bring 5 quarts of water to a boil. Add a tablespoon of salt to the water.

Place the frozen or fresh ravioli into the boiling water and gently give them a stir.

In the meantime, melt the butter in a large pan over medium heat. Add the chopped sage and basil and shake to mix. Cook the butter till it turns a light brown. This will give  a delicious nutty flavor to the sauce. Don’t burn it.

Take a couple of tablespoons of the pasta water and stir into the butter mixture. This will add some moisture to the sauce.

After about 7 minutes the ravioli are ready. Scoop them out with a slotted spoon and place into the sage butter mixture. Toss to coat the ravioli well.

Remove from the heat and add the grated cheese. 

Add some black pepper and serve immediately.

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Zucchini Fritters

Zucchini is very abundant in the summer time. When I used to grow it in my back yard I would make daily trips to my neighbors giving away zucchini. And when one or two fruits stayed on the bush too long, the zucchinis were huge. As long as you cut away the seeds when the zucchini are that large they are fine.

Grandma Isabella had no problem using up all of  her extra zucchini. She would make these zucchini fritters that my sons love so much, and just about anyone else who tasted them. Grandma Isabella would bring a platter of these things in while we were watching TV or sitting outside on the patio and we would go through them like potato chips. You can’t eat just one!  She also put plenty of fresh basil into the batter and along with the grated cheese on top of the finished fritter, made these morsels uniquely hers.

Once again, I follow her recipe and my sons ultimately tell me they don’t taste like grandma’s.  Oh well, this is as close to them as you are going to get without Grandma Isabella making them for you herself.

Funny thing though, when my son came home from work and tasted the zucchini fritters I made he told me what I knew I would hear, “they don’t taste like grandmas”. But when I came home from work the next day….there wasn’t a fritter left in the house. Hmmmmmm! I bet he didn’t even bother warming them up.

Zucchini Fritters

  • 1  1/2 Pounds Zucchini
  • 3 Tablespoons Chopped Fresh Basil, about 6-7 large leaves
  • Salt & Pepper
For The Batter:
  • 2 Eggs
  • 2 Tablespoons Olive Oil
  • 1 Cup water
  • 1  3/4 Cup Al-purpose Flour
  • Salt & Pepper
  • Oil For Frying
 
Grate the zucchini.
Place in a bowl lined with paper towels to absorb the moisture. Squeeze the paper towels around the zucchini to help remove the moisture.  Discard the paper towel. Add the fresh basil and pepper. Mix well.
For the batter, beat the eggs well and then slowly add the olive oil. Next add the water and flour. Mix well.
 Add the zucchini and basil mixture. Season with salt and pepper to taste. Cover and let the mixture rest for 20 minutes. 
In a heavy pot, heat the oil to 375 degrees F. Take spoonfuls of the zucchini in batter and slide them into the hot oil, cooking 4 to 5 at a time. This is a good time to test for salt and consistency. If the fritters break up in the oil, add more flour. They should cook into a solid fritter. Taste a cooked fritter for salt and add more to the batter if you need to.  Cook for 2 to 3 minutes until golden and crisp.
Place the cooked fritters on a plate lined with paper towels to absorb the excess oil. Continue to cook the remaining fritters in the same manner. Sprinkle on grated Parmigiano Reggiano cheese on each layer of the fritters as you place them on the plate while they are still hot..Serve immediately.
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Pork Chops With Broccoli and Olives

This is one of my grandmother’s signature dishes. Another simple dish with few ingredients, but when put together becomes amazingly tasty. I have never seen this dish served anywhere or seen anyone else make it. The sauteed broccoli with the garlic and oil combined with the oil cured olives puts this dish in a taste category of its own. When combined with the pork chops they become the perfect accompaniment. And when eaten with some Italian bread, gathering up the broccoli and olives, it just doesn’t get any better. Another one pan meal.

Breaded steak,  grandma’s broiled chicken with lemon, pork chops and broccoli,  orange salad, my grandmother had a knack for puting together  simple ingredients that tasted truly amazing. And whenever I eat any of these meals they fuse my connection to her. When   preparing these dishes all I have to do is close my eyes, take in the aroma, and I’m instantly transported to grandma”s kitchen on 77 Street in Brooklyn. There she is in front of the stove in her kitchen apron, stirring and tasting, tasting and stirring. Adding a bit of this and a bit of that. A master of what she does. Years to perfect. Buying what she needed each day from the local grocer, the man with the vegetable cart that came by every day , pushing the heavy cart down the street,  the fish monger who drove down the block with his fish on ice and would call out “FISH! FISH! FISH!…FRESH FISH HERE!”. The truck would stop in front of my house after he saw my grandmother on the porch waving him down. She would get deliveries of Hammer soda from the soda guy and he would have bottles of seltzer water with the spigot on top. She even got her bleach from the delivery truck. You could hear them a block away screaming, “Javell….Javell WATER!”

 I remember looking in my grandmother’s refrigerator and never seeing it very full. That’s because she once lived a life without that luxury and bought fresh every day. It’s hard to break old habits. And I’m glad she never did.

Thanks Grandma for leaving me with such tasty memories!

Pork Chops With Broccoli and Olives

  • 4-5 pork chops
  • 2 pounds of broccoli, trimmed and cut into individual florets
  • 3 cloves garlic
  • 2 tablespoons of olive oil plus 1/4 cup
  • 4 ounces oil cured olives
  • Salt & pepper

Pat the pork chops dry with a paper towel to remove any moisture. This will help the pork chops brown better. Season both sides with salt and pepper.

In a large pan, large enough to hold pork chops and broccoli, heat 2 tablespoons of olive oil  on high heat till it just starts to smoke. Sear the pork chops on both sides,  about 2-3 minutes each side till brown.  Remove the pork chops and keep warm. They will finish cooking later.

Turn the heat down to medium. In the same pan you cooked the pork chops, add 1/2 cup of water and add the broccoli. Cover and steam the broccoli till tender, about 9-10 minutes. Season with salt and pepper. Uncover the pan and allow any remaining water to evaporate.

Push the cooked broccoli to one side of the pan and add 1/4 cup of olive oil and chopped garlic. Saute garlic this way for 1 minute.   Add the oil cured olives and mix well.

 Cook for about 5-10 minutes, stirring to mix everything. This is old world cooking so you want to cook the broccoli really well.

Add the pork chops and any of their juice that collected in the plate to the bottom of the pan with broccoli and olives and mix well. Cook on medium heat covered until pork chops are done, about 5 minutes. Add salt and pepper if needed. The broccoli should be really cooked down and soft.

Serve immediately with plenty of fresh Italian bread.

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Summer Tomato Salad Grana Padano

Driving home from work tonight, the last thing I was thinking about was having dinner. Being out all day in this 90 degree heat does nothing for my appetite. Sometimes it’s just too hot to eat….at least anything heavy.

As I pulled into my driveway and started up my front steps I noticed a package by my door. Yes!  My order from Di Palo’s Selects has arrived. After getting through the gauntlet of my German Shepherd Bella greeting me, always a welcome from her like she hasn’t seen me in years, I placed the box on my kitchen table and started opening it. Dinner was starting to gel in my mind.

Di Palo’s Selects is the online store of Di Palo’s Fine Foods of Grand Street in historic Little Italy New York. I am lucky enough to have these great Italian food stores so close, but ya gotta love the Internet. Just a click away from getting anything you want from anywhere in the world.

As I unpacked their Marracco Extra Virgin Olive oil from Sicily and some of the finest Balsamic Vinegar available, Gran Deposito Giuseppe Giusti, the aroma of the Grana Padano at the bottom of the box started to hit me. Bella was extremely attentive as well. She loves cheese, especially provolone, but the Grana Padano really perked her up. I was pretty excited myself!

I raced outside to see if my tomatoes were ready to pick and like all the planets were alligned, I had a ripe one with my name on it. I pulled up some fresh basil and oregano from my herb garden and started to prepare one of my favorite summer salads.

The only bright side of these 90 degree days is that my tomatoes are ripening very nicely. When I slice the tomato into the salad I make sure I don’t waste any of their juices on the cutting board, so I slice them right over the bowl. The olive oil mixed with the balsamic and the juices of the tomato make a great dipping sauce for the Italian bread.

Grana Padano  is a cow’s milk cheese produced in Lombardia, Emilia Romagna, and the Veneto. Grana refers to the grainy, crumbly texture of the cheese and Padano refers to its area of origin, Italy’s bread-basket, the fertile Po River Valley. This hard cheese has a delicate taste and a sweet nutty flavor. It’s very similar to Parmigiano Reggiano. It’s a great grating cheese and goes really well as a complement to this salad. You will not find it readily at your local supermarket but most Italian specialty stores should carry it. You can always order it online from www.DiPaloSelects.com and get overnight delivery.

The stars of this salad: Marracco Extra Virgin Olive Oil, White Label Balsamic Vinegar Gran Deposito Giuseppe Biusti and Grana Padano

  • 2 vine riped tomatoes
  • 2 fresh basil leaves, chopped
  • 1/2 sprig fresh oregano, chopped
  • 1 small clove garlic, minced
  • 2 tablespoons Extra Virgin Olive Oil
  • 1 tablespoon balsamic vinegar
  • shavings of Grana Padano cheese
  • salt and pepper to taste

 

Cut the tomatoes into bite sized pieces. Add the garlic, basil, oregano, salt and pepper. Drizzle on the extra virgin olive oil. Add the Grana Padano cheese and drizzle on the balsamic vinegar. Mix well and serve with plenty of fresh Italian Bread. Add a few slices of prosciutto on the side with some olives and you have the perfect light summer supper!

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Baked Smoked Ham

My experience with Chinese food was extremely limited growing up. For a number of reasons. First being, we rarely would go out to eat. It either had to be a very special occasion, even then my mother and Grandmother would be the caterer, or we were out after dinner hour and it really didn’t pay to go home and cook. On the rare occasion that we would go out to eat it would usually be for Chinese food. My friends today would say, “boy, you must have eaten in some good Italian restaurants growing up in Brooklyn”. Yea, right. Mom and Grandma were the Italian restaurants. Why would we pay someone else twice the money to eat food of half the quality?? It just wasn’t done.

So it was a rare treat when my parents would take us out for Chinese Food. I could remember that we would bypass the Chinese restaurant down the block from us and go about 10 miles away to another one. In my parents wisdom, just because it was close it didn’t make it any good. As a matter of fact, the further away a place was, the better it had to be. We had a doctor who’s practice was right on our corner, Dr Generelli. As often as I was sick as a child my mother never took me to him. I went to Dr. Brown on Bay Parkway, about 15 miles away. He had to be better!

Until the age of high school, the only thing I thought was on a Chinese menu was Chicken Chow Mein. As a matter of fact, I never realized they had menus in Chinese restaurants. I don’t remember the name of the restaurant on 86th Street but I knew we had to walk up a flight of steps to get to its second floor location. We would sit down at the table and after the waiter brought us the tea and duck sauce, Chinese mustard and fried noodles my mother would order a round of Won Ton soup for everyone and for the second course, Chicken Cow Mein. I wasn’t allowed to drink the tea until I got older. Water was it. I didn’t know they served soda at Chinese restaurants either. Till this day, I still don’t order soda at a Chinese restaurant, but I’ll drink the tea and water. When the food came my mother would plate my dish….rice on the bottom, a few scoops of Chicken Chow Mein, crushed noodles on top, a sprinkle of soy sauce and when I was older, a few dabs of Chinese mustard. If desert was part of the “Family Dinner” we would have ice cream, and of course the fortune cookie.

When I was older and started dating I remember taking my date to the Chinese Restaurant on the corner. I didn’t have a car yet. I was all ready to order Chicken Chow Mein, until the waiter handed me a menu. I was sort of taken back a little and opened the menu to see maybe they had different versions of Chicken Chow Mein. You could have imagined my surprise when I saw all the different dishes they offered. I asked my date if she ever had Chicken Chow Mein. She never did. So I introduced her to something different.

Now, you might ask what does Chinese food have to do with baked ham? Or with Italian Comfort food. Actually, nothing. Other then the recipe was given to me by my neighbors wife, who happens to be Chinese. I know, it’s a stretch. But nothing else I cook has to do with Chinese food and I thought this was the only chance I had to fit in this story. So bear with me. Besides, to me, Chicken Chow Mein is Comfort food.

I tried this baked smoked ham at my neighbor’s house one evening and had to have the recipe. This has been added to my list of comfort foods and I have been making it this way for the last 20 years.

Here is what’s actually going on with this dish. You’re as much cooking it as you are drying the ham. Smoked hams we buy in today’s supermarkets are mostly water. This cooking process drys out the ham so it taste as good as a true Virginia baked ham. There is a difference in what we buy here and what they sell down south. Another little lesson in hams, I always buy the Butt HALF or Shank HALF. Never the Butt PORTION or Shank PORTION. The reason is on the PORTION cut they slice away the center portion of the ham and sell it as ham steaks. And the center of the ham is the best cut. I know, you are getting a smaller ham with the PORTION cut, but believe me, ham never goes to waste. You can dice it and scramble it with eggs in the morning, ham sandwich paradise, let’s not forget Ham Salad. And ham freezes well, just pack the left over in a zip lock bag and it stores for months. I always leave a bag in the fridge and snack on it right out of the refrigerator. Ham never lasts long in my house. And let’s not forget Pea Soup! Yummm.

Baked Ham

1 smoked ham, Butt Half or Shank Half
1 8 oz jar Dijon Mustard
1 Cup honey
1 bottle of beer, any beer except light
Set oven to 200 degrees
Unwrap ham and rinse under cold water. Pat dry. Place ham in deep roasting pan.
Score the skin of the ham to form diamond shapes. First one direction then the next.
Spread mustard all over ham.
Drizzle honey over entire ham until it’s coated.
Pour bottle of beer into roasting pan, not on top of ham
Place uncovered in 200 degree oven for at least 11 – 12 hours. It will be worth the time.
The last hour , baste with juices . If you have to, add some water to the pan if it starts to dry out, but you usually don’t have to.
Once you slice the ham and dip it in this juice…it’s amazing!
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Homemade Ravioli

SILENCE OF THE RAVIOLI

My mother and grandmother always made homemade ravioli for that real special occasion. It would take them the day to do it. Making the dough, rolling it out to just the right thickness. They didn’t have a pasta machine. Filling the dough with a mixture of ricotta and cheese and parsley.

When they made ravioli they made enough to feed an army. Whatever they didn’t use for the important meal could always be frozen and used for another meal. With such a large volume of ravioli, my mother needed a large flat surface to place them so they would dry. And the largest flat surface she had in the house was my brother’s and my bed.

My brother Richard and I shared a room. We both had twin beds. And besides jumping on and and doing our homework on, we used our beds for sleep and naps. Not an unusual activity for a bed. Don’t you think? Laying ravioli on a bed is unusual, as far as I’m concerned. And laying ravioli on a bed and covering them with a sheet is inviting disaster into your home, in my opinion.

At some point I’m sure my mother announced throughout the house that she was placing the ravioli on the bed in my room. My brother didn’t listen to my mother when she was talking to him, let alone pay attention while he’s playing in the other room with his football cut outs. Yes, my brother would do many creative things to keep himself busy while my mother was cooking and one of them were cut out pictures of football players from the Daily News every day and collect enough of them to place on the floor of the living room and pretend he had a real life football game going on.  What can I tell you, we didn’t have Sesame Street back then. Anyway, my point is, he didn’t hear her.

Now, my brother had a hyper active gland in his body to go along with his hyper active imagination. He couldn’t sit still for five minutes at a time. Today they would call it A.D.D. Back then he was just a very active child. But for some reason, on that day, Richard decided to take a nap. Maybe the excitement of his big game tired him out, moving all the paper cut outs around on the living room floor. Or maybe the sirens of the ravioli was just calling out to him. For whatever reason, Richard plopped himself on his bed on top of the sheet that was hiding a layer of ravioli that my mother and grandmother spent hours painstakingly putting together.

When my mother walked in the room with another batch of ravioli to lay on top of my bed my brother’s name could be heard from the roof tops of 77 Street.  “RICHARD!!!! YOU’RE ON TOP OF THE RAVIOLI!!!!”, my mother screamed. “I TOLD YOU I PUT THE RAVIOLI ON TOP OF YOUR BED!!!!”.

Right behind my mother was my grandmother running into the room to witness the carnage. “Be’, be’, be’ “, my grandmother muttered. (it sounded like Bed, without the D) My grandmother would say that when she was lost for words and something terrible was happening in front of her.

My poor brother, all he wanted to do was take a nap. And he single handily destroyed every ravioli my mother and grandmother made. They spent hours scraping up the ricotta from the sheet and piecing the little dough pies together again.

I love raviolis, but at that particular dinner I passed on the pasta dish and went straight for the main course. You have to understand how my mother and grandmother didn’t throw anything away, ever. Anyone else would have scraped up the mess and run to Pastosa Ravioli on New Utrecht Avenue and bought a dozen boxes of ready made ravioli. Not my family. They lived through the depression and by hook or by crook, they were going to salvage the un-salvageable.

I laugh about that event till this day. But the sirens of the ravioli are just too powerful, because years later, I did the same thing. You would think that my mother would have learned from the last disaster.

Since my mother and grandmother have made their ravioli I made the investment into a Imperia Pasta Machine with Ravioli Mold Bestseller Set. It’s a great little machine that processes the dough into just the right thickness for ravioli and every other kind of pasta. The old timers did it all by hand, but I’m all for modern technology. The pasta maker produces a sheet of dough that you can use as is to make your ravioli or cut the sheets into different styles of pasta. If you have never experienced the taste of fresh pasta you are really missing out on something special. Here is how I do it.

Homemade Ravioli – This recipe makes 80 small or 40 large ravioli

Dough Recipe:

  • 3 cups all purpose flour
  • 4 eggs
  • 2 tablespoons of olive oil
  • 1 teaspoon of salt

Stand mixer method:

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In a electric mixer fitted with a dough hook add the flour and salt and mix on low speed. Add the eggs one at a time and continue to mix on low. Add the oil and mix till dough comes together. Remove the dough from the mixing bowl and place on a floured surface and continue to knead for about 5 minutes, until you have a smooth elastic ball of dough. If too dry add a sprinkle of water, if to sticky add a dusting of flour.

If you don’t have a stand mixer you will have to mix the dough by hand. In a large bowl beat the eggs with the olive oil. Add the flour and salt and mix with a wooden spoon until the dough comes together. Place the dough on a floured surface and knead for about 5 minutes until the dough is smooth and elastic.

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Wrap the dough in plastic wrap and allow to sit for 30 minutes to allow the gluten to rest. This rest period is very important for a good quality dough.

Filling Recipe

  • 3 cups whole milk ricotta (2 pounds)
  • 2 eggs
  • 1/3 cup grated Parmesan cheese
  • 1/3 cup grated asiago cheese
  • 3 tablespoons fresh flat leaf parsley, chopped
  • pinch of nutmeg
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt
  • 1/4 teaspoon black pepper

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In a medium bowl beat the eggs. Add the rest of the ingredients and mix well. Cover and place in the refrigerator.

Assembly of the ravioli

Take the ball of dough and cut into quarters. Cover the unused dough with a damp towel so it will not dry out while you’re working.

Pasta machine method: Take the quarter section of dough and flatten with your hand as much as possible. Pass the dough trough the rollers 3 times with the rollers at the widest setting, folding the dough each time into thirds. Set to the next thinner setting and pass the dough through. Repeat until the dough is passed through the thinnest setting.

Manual Method: Take the quarter section of dough and roll out with a rolling pin to the size you will need for whatever method you are using to make your ravioli. The thickness of the dough should be equal to the thick edge of a knife blade, about 1/8 inch thick. The thinner the better

Lay out the sheet of dough and cut the length in half. One half will be for the bottom of the ravioli and the other half will be used for the top.

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Measure out the width of your ravioli cutter and place a good heaping tablespoon of he filling along the bottom sheet spaced out to the size of your ravioli cutter.

With a pastry brush, dampen the exposed surface of the dough with some water.

Place the top half of the dough over the filling and press down gently with your fingers around the filling.

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With your ravioli cutter, cut out each ravioli  and place the individual ravioli on a floured surface.

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If you are using a Norpro Ravioli Maker With Press, lay out the sheet of dough over the plate. Use the die caster to push a dent into the dough.

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Fill each hollow with your ricotta filling. Brush the exposed area of dough with a little water.

Cover with the second piece of dough. With your rolling pin, starting from the center, roll towards the ends until you see the metal plate come through the dough.

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Turn over the plate to release the ravioli and place on a floured surface.

Repeat till all the dough and filling is used up.

To cook the ravioli, place in boiling salted water and cook for only 5 minutes. Drain the ravioli and top with your favorite sauce.

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Pasta With Broccoli Rabe and Sausage

When I eat broccoli rabe today I think of my Uncle Sal Arestia and my Aunt Mary. They lived in Brooklyn in an apartment on 16th Avenue and 75th Street, about two blocks away from where I used to live. My uncle worked in a factory and by living in an apartment was able to save enough money to purchase land in Babylon Long Island. We used to call it “Uncle Sal’s Farm”. They had a couple of acres there and what amounted to a garage on the property. Uncle Sal came from my father’s town of Ragusa. And like many Italian immigrants he would love to grow and plant things, which he was able to do on his “farm”.
Broccoli rabe was one of the many types of vegetables he used to grow. And when we went to visit them my aunt would prepare the fresh picked greens in this way for us to enjoy. My mother and father would say, “we are going to Aunt Mary’s farm today.” I would love to go there because to me it was really a farm. Wide open space with fields. And when we got there my Uncle Sal would be bending over some zucchini plants or tomato plants, weeding and prepping the soil to help his vegetables along. He used to have wild blueberry bushes towards the back of his property and I remember picking them and putting the blueberries in an aluminum colander and bringing them to my Aunt Mary. They were so sweet and delicious. My uncle even gave me a little piece of his garden that he let me turn with a shovel and plant my own vegetables there. That was my first experience in gardening, and it stuck with me till this day. He would care for my plants while I was away, but when we would go back to visit I would rush over to see how they were doing. I was amazed how much they had grown. It was so neat to pick my own vegetables and tomatoes and bring them home to enjoy. There is nothing quite as comforting as getting your hands dirty in the soil and enjoying the fruits of your labor.  Ask any Italian.
The garage on the property was converted into livable space with a large room and kitchen and bathroom at the corner. That was about it. But for my uncle  and aunt to get away from work and city life it was his sanctuary. Eventually when they retired they had a house built on the property and lived there year round.
 
 
 
  • 1 lb. fusilli, or penne or rigatoni
  • 6 tablespoons of olive oil
  • 1 small onion, finely chopped
  • 5 links of Italian sausages (about 1 lb.)
  • ¼ cup of  dry white wine
  • Two bunches of broccoli rabe, washed and trimmed
  • 3 garlic cloves, sliced thin
  • Crushed red pepper to taste
  • Salt and pepper
  • grated Romano cheese

 

In a large sauté pan, place 2 tablespoons of oil, the onion, and the sausages with the skin removed. Cook over medium heat, breaking up the sausage, for 10 minutes stirring occasionally.  Once the sausage is browned add the wine and ½ cup of water, simmer until most of the liquid is evaporated.
Remove from heat, transfer to a dish using a slotted spoon and set aside. Discard the fat from the pan.

In a large pot, place 5 quarts of water with 2 tablespoon of salt over a high heat. When water boils, add broccoli rabe and cook for 5 minutes.

Take broccoli out, saving the water, and cool a few minutes and very carefully chop coarsely.

In the same water, cook pasta al dente, following the package’s direction.

 

In your sauté pan, place 4 tablespoons of oil, the garlic and sauté over a medium heat, when it is golden add broccoli and continue cooking for 3-4 minutes. Add sausages and simmer until pasta is ready.

Drain pasta and reserve some of the pasta water.

 

Add pasta to sauté pan with the sausages and broccoli; toss it over a high flame until the pasta and condiments blend well. If it becomes to dry add some of the reserved water. Remove from the heat and add about 1/4 cup of the Romano cheese.

 

Serve immediately,with grated cheese and crushed red pepper on the side.

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The Way To A Man's Heart Is Through His Stomach – Manicotti

It’s been said that “the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach”. Through my personal experience , as of lately, that quote has been severely neglected, or totally ignored. But back in the day when my sister Annette was trolling for a husband, my mother could have been the author of that proverb.

The year was around 1962 and my sister Annette was in the long and complicated process of finding her soul mate. Back then, at least in my family, this was not a simple task. Or one to be taken alone. It took proper planning and execution that only my mother and “the council” were qualified to pull off. Members of “the council” ,including my mother, were my Grandmother, my Aunt Mary and my Aunt Angie. They typically held a meeting when matters of great importance were to be decided, consensus to be reached and the commanding officer, my mother, was to be assured of exactly what to do. The objective: help my sister find a husband.

The plan had been carefully laid out. Previous attempts had failed so a totally new tactic was in place. My sister’s boyfriend Arthur was invited to an early supper that my sister was supposedly preparing for him. It was the old “let’s feed him till he’s numb and could not think straight” ploy.

But this was not an easy plan to execute. My sister was severely challenged when it came to pouring milk on cereal, let alone prepare a meal that would pull on Arthur’s heart strings and quicken his pace to propose. So the “Council” was preparing to work overtime.

The plan: 1. Have my mother and grandmother prepare a meal that would make Henry the 8th gasp. 2. Get my 15 year old brother Richard out of the house. 3. Leave detailed instructions on warming and serving that even my sister could follow on her own. 4. Leave them alone, which meant my grandmother would be listening from the upstairs door and if it got too quiet she could make an entrance.

The day had come. My mother and Grandmother spent the entire previous day cooking and preparing “the meal”. My brother Richard was on a two day camping trip with my father’s cousin Eric and the Boy Scouts. So he was out of the house and his time of arrival back would not be until well into the evening. My Mother and Father packed me in the car and went over my Aunt Mary’s house, which was only blocks away in case immediate intervention was needed.

The dining room was all prepared. The lights were dim. The table was set with the good China. My mother’s fine crystal glasses were glistening under the candle light. The Victrola was playing tunes of Nat King Cole. And the tomato sauce was simmering.

When Arthur arrived everything was ready. The trap had been set. It was the beginning of a perfect evening. My sister led Arthur to the dining room table and as he sat down she offered him a drink. They glared into each other’s eyes while sipping their Ginger Ale. Arthur commented on how my sister should not have gone through all this for him. My sister gloated back and assured him that he was well worth the hours she slaved over the stove to prepare this special meal, just for him.

My sister had just plated the manicotti and carefully spread the thick marinara sauce over the top. She danced towards the dining room table holding the two dishes and carefully placed one in front of Arthur. He commented on how wonderful it looked and smelled, and how many hours she must have spent in preparing such an amazing dish. My sister exclaimed, “it was nothing. Just something I enjoy doing! Would you like me to sprinkle some cheese over your manicotti, Arthur?”

My sister sat down and placed her linen napkin over her lap and looked into Arthur’s eyes and said “I hope you enjoy it”. Just as Arthur picked up his fork and began to cut into the pasta my brother Richard entered the room, threw down his sleeping bag and said, “BOY, AM I STARVING! WHY IS IT SO DARK IN HERE?”

It was as if the needle on the Nat King Cole album had screeched across the record and time had just stood still. My sister looked over to my brother Richard and her eyes widened with anger. Words wanted to come out of her mouth but couldn’t. Her hand clenched around her fork and tightened in a position that was ready to stab him if he came any closer. Arthur turned to Richard and said “Hi Richard!, would you like to join us?”

After two days of camping in the woods of the Adirondacks, un-showered and smelling like the inside of a Texas smoke house, Richard took his place at the table on the opposite end from where my sister was sitting and prepared himself for a meal of a lifetime.

The chaos factor was in full swing at my sisters dinner. But the stars and planets must have been perfectly aligned that afternoon because two years later my sister Annette and Arthur were married.

Hail the “council”!!!

Arthur’s Manicotti
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For the Pasta:

1 cup flour
1 cup water
1/4 teaspoon salt
4 large eggs

For the filling:

3 large eggs
2 pounds Ricotta
1/4 cup Parmesan Cheese
1/4 teaspoon nutmeg
3 Tablespoons fresh Parsley, Chopped
1/4 teaspoon black pepper
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 pound Mozzarella, shredded or cut into tiny cubes
My Mother’s Tomato Sauce:
1- 28 oz can RedPack Crushed Tomatoes
1- 28 oz can  RedPack Tomato Puree
1 small onion, chopped
3 cloves garlic, chopped
1 Italian sausage link, or 3 ounces of chopped meat
1/4 cup red wine
6 -7 fresh basil leaves, chopped
1 sprig fresh oregano, chopped
1 teaspoon sugar
4 tablespoons olive oil
Salt & pepper to taste

To make the tomato sauce place olive oil in heavy pot and sauté onions till soft and translucent. Add garlic and sauté for 2 minutes. If you are adding chopped meat brown the meat till done.

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Add both cans of tomato sauce and rinse each can halfway with water and pour into the sauce. Add Italian sausage if you are using it,  red wine, basil, sugar, salt and pepper. Cook uncovered on medium heat for 1/2 hour, stirring occasionally, till thick. Adjust for sweetness and salt after half hour. Take off the heat.

To make the pasta, combine flour, water, salt and beat in electric mixer or with whisk till smooth. Beat in eggs one at a time until blended. It should look like a thin crepe batter when done.

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In a small non stick skillet, lightly oil the pan. Place over a medium flame. When the pan is hot pour about a quarter cup of batter into the pan and swirl the pan until the batter covers the bottom of the pan in an even pancake. Cook until the pancake edges are dry and flip over. Cook the other side for 45 seconds. Do not brown. Repeat the process until all the batter is used, lightly oiling when needed. This should make about 11- 12 crepes.

Prepare the filling by beating the 3 eggs in a large bowl. To the eggs add the ricotta, parsley, nutmeg, Parmesan cheese, 1/2 teaspoon salt, pepper and mozzarella. Blend well.

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To put together the Manicotti, Take one crepe, place about 2-3 tablespoons of ricotta mixture along the center of the crepe to about an inch and a half from the ends. The row of ricotta should be about 2 inches wide by about 6 inches long. Fold the two sides along the long end of the crepe over and fold the two opposite ends over each other.

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Place each manicotti, seam side down, into a baking pan covered in tomato sauce. Do this till all the crepes and ricotta are used up.

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Ladle more tomato sauce over the manicotti till it is covered. Sprinkle with Parmesan cheese and cover the pan with foil. Place in a 350 degree oven for about 45 minutes to an hour or until bubbly. Take off the foil and continue to bake for another 10 minutes.

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Allow the manicotti to rest for about 15 minutes before you plate.

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Plate the manicotti and top with extra tomato sauce and a sprinkle of Parmesan cheese.

 

 

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Pastina with Ricotta

It was our little piece of Heaven. The block, 77 Street Brooklyn. It’s where we all grew up, had fun together, spent our early years together. Some of the best years. Before marriage, before growing up and having responsibility. Before having children of our own.

Our first reunion about 5 years ago.

The 77 street boys got together for breakfast this past weekend at the Vegas Diner on 86 Street in Brooklyn . About 23 of us. Not all of us were there. Some couldn’t make it for this meeting, some lived too far, others are no longer with us.   Many of us had not seen each other for almost 30 years. About 4 or 5 years ago we had a reunion and have been keeping in touch ever since, meeting for breakfast at the Vegas Diner a few times a year.

It’s hard to think of your childhood friends as adults and older men. As you sit and bring up stories from the past you don’t think of the person sitting in front of you but of their younger self.  It’s not until you look at pictures of the meeting that you realize that their children are older than we were when we played stick ball together in the streets.

The “older guys” don’t seem so old now. It’s funny how later in years the age spread doesn’t make much of a difference. But at 7 or 8 years old an 11 or 12 year old seems like another generation. Nat, Steve, Charlie, Lou, Basil, Johnny D were driving cars while we still rode bicycles. Except for Nat. I don’t believe I ever saw him driving a car. Nat used to have a baseball mitt sewn to his hand. Today he’s a bank VP. 

Nat and Lou playing box ball at P.S. 204 school yard

 Some of the rivalries still exist, like the first time we got together after all those years and Nat and Louie V challanged each other to a game of box ball to see if after all that time Louie could finally beat Nat at a game.  They didn’t stretch as far over the boxes and couldn’t get up as quickly but the competition was still there.

The one thread that tied us all together, besides being 99.9% Italian,  was we were all born and lived in Bensonhurst, Brooklyn. Most of us lived on 77 Street. A few hung out on 77 Street. Over the years, especially after high school, many went to college. Most of us married. And it was between those years that the “gang” went their separate ways and many lost touch. Thirty years is a long time to abandon your roots.

Some of us searched the Internet to see if  we could contact some of our old buddies.  Joe Duck was masterful in reaching out to the old gang, getting everyone together for the first time in over 30 years. And the funny thing is, when we all met again, we all recognized each other immediately. We all were a lot older, lost some hair, got some grey and gained a few pounds, but we knew exactly who everyone was and the curiosity of what happened to your neighborhood buddies was finally satisfied.

For the most part, many of us stayed in the tri-state area. Many moved to New Jersey, Staten Island, Long Island, even Rockland County. A few stayed in Brooklyn. But after all these years are hearts stayed on 77 Street.  And coming back to the old neighborhood reminded us all of who we are and where we came from. I don’t think any of us would give that up for anything in the world. We all had a unique experience of growing up in Brooklyn during the 50’s and 60’s. And not one of us would trade that for anything else. We were lucky. I guess we could have grown up anywhere else on the planet. But by chance, we grew up in the greatest borough, during the greatest time imaginable.  The neighborhood has changed. Other ethnic groups have moved in, the way our grandparents transformed the neighborhood when they settled there in the late 20’s and 30’s.  But the soul of the neighborhood still exists. And that’s what keeps us coming back.

 My mother and grandmother used to make pastina with ricotta for us when we were young. I guess you can say it came from the “children’s menu”. But every once in a while it’s a great little dish to make for a snack or a late Sunday supper. It’s quick and simple to put together, and tastes awfully good. Add a tossed salad and you have a wonderful comfort meal any time.

Pastina with Ricotta

  • 1/2 cup pastina
  • 1/4 cup ricotta
  • 1 teaspoon butter
  • salt to taste

 

Bring 4 cups of water to a boil an a saucepan. Add the pastina and  1/4 teaspoon of salt. Cook until pastina is tender, about 5 minutes.

Place the ricotta and butter in a bowl.

Drain the pastina and place in a bowl with the ricotta and butter. Mix well, add some black pepper and grated cheese and serve immediately.

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