For many years now, my family has identified itself as Russian. I was under the impression that my family had come from Belarus, my sister was of the opinion we were somehow Ukranian. Where she got that idea, I don’t know. I got my idea from a friend of my husband’s who was from Russia and said it was a common name from Belarus.
This past week, I received an email via Ancestry.com from my father’s cousin, Patty. I don’t recall meeting her, but she remembers my sister and me from when we were little and went swimming at her mother’s house. She has learned a lot about our family, and sent me some information about my great-grandparents. It turns out that they came through Ellis Island and identified themselves as Hungarian!!! Hungarian!? Really? What happened to Russia?
We communicated more and more and today I spoke with her mother, my great-aunt. On her birth certificate, my great-grandparents are listed as being Austrian! Austrian? Hungarian? Russian? What gives?
So to prepare for today’s big phone call, I invited my sister to participate and decided to cook foods from Hungary and Austria both to celebrate our new cultures and stave off an identity crisis. I did a Google search on Hungarian recipes and found June Meyer's site. She is staunchly Hungarian-American, and I settled on her recipe for Sour Cream Potato Salad. I’d been dying to do Austria for a while now, as when we were in Vermont last summer, we went to the Trapp Family Lodge and I picked up a cookbook called “Now That’s A Linzertorte!” by Marshall Faye, the pastry chef at the Trapp Family Lodge. I wanted to make that linzertorte in the worst way. So I did it today!
Of course, I started by going to the grocery store and picking up the ingredients I needed for both recipes. It was probably the easiest part of the day. Leah was totally crabby throughout Wegman’s, but I brought her home and put her to bed before I got cooking. That was the last quiet moment I had—she was in a TERRIBLE mood all day and just sat around crying. I even gave her a stalk of celery, which would typically make her very, very happy, but not this time. I pray she is not getting the cold I am finally getting over. Anyway, you can see my dirty little cooking secret: whenever I have a recipe that needs hard boiled eggs, I go to the grocery store and buy them off the salad bar. I don’t have the patience to boil eggs and I am not especially good at it. It saves a lot of time and a lot of hassle.
Linzertorte ingredients
So of course, the first thing to do is boil up some potatoes. While I got those boiling, since they needed to sit afterwards and cool, I decided to get cracking on the linzertorte. I started by putting some walnuts in the food processor and grinding them up. When that was done, I started creaming together cold butter and sugar.
After it was nicely mixed, I added in the walnuts, an egg, flour, cinnamon, cloves, and nutmeg and combined them into a nice dough.
I hadn’t read the directions all the way through (will I ever learn to do that!?), but it turns out that Marshall’s recipes makes TWO linzertortes. You basically take the dough and divide it into quarters. You take two of the quarters and press them into 8” pans to form a bottom crust.
Then you roll out the other quarters. I am a terrible dough roller. This dough was no exception. It was quite sticky and stuck to the countertops like crazy. I also had stuff everywhere, so I had a limited amount of counter space on which I could do any rolling. Consequently, it was shaping up to be a disaster!
As you can see, the dough crumbled quite crazily and there was no way of making a nice rectangle of dough. Then you were supposed to take some of the strips and put them along the sides of the pans to build up the crust. I basically took all the strips that looked like crap and did just that.
Then it was time to measure out and mix the jam. I had some conflicting feelings about the jam. According to the story in the book, Marshall Faye went through dozens of linzertorte recipes attempting to find one that met with Maria Trapp’s approval. She kept saying that something was missing, something wasn’t quite right. Finally, one of the Trapp children pulled Marshall aside and told him that Maria had always mixed the raspberry jam with red currant jam, but Marshall was only using raspberry jam. He switched to a half and half mixture of currant and raspberry and won Maria’s approval! I didn’t know what currants tasted like, and I was nervous about mixing up something I knew I’d like with something I didn’t know if I’d like or not. (raspberries are my favorite berry!) Still, I decided ultimately that that’s what 80 Plates is all about—trying new things—and since Wegman’s had currant jam, it seemed like a sign. I mixed them together and spread them over the crust, and then attempted to lay strips of crust over the jam in a sort of lattice-like thing, although I didn’t do the weaving business. When that was put together, I sprinkled some slivered almonds over the whole thing.
Since it was such a pain in the but with the cut strips, which fell apart whenever I tried to move them, I decided to do the top of the second torte using snakey-ropey type things that I could easily roll out by hand and put in there. They still broke apart, but it wasn’t as much work as rolling and cutting. I put them in the oven and drained my potatoes.
Around this time I started feeling kinda warm. At first I chalked it up to the fact that there was boiling water on the stove and the oven was on. But as the day wore on and it got warmer and warmer, we realized our new air conditioner (less than a year old!) was on the fritz. FUN!
Anyway, time to make potato salad! I chopped up the potatoes, celery, onion, and hard boiled eggs. It looked pretty good just like that!!! Oh, and I decided not to peel the potatoes—I just didn’t feel like it. But I was supposed to. Then in a bowl, I combined sugar, vinegar, salt, pepper, and sour cream. I was not too sure how I was going to like vinegar and sour cream mixed together, but I remember my great-grandmother’s recipe for potato salad mixed vinegar and mayonnaise, so I went for it.
It did make a beautiful, smooth dressing with sweet little flecks of black pepper. I poured it over the potato mixture, combined, and sprinkled paprika over the whole thing before putting it in the refrigerator for the flavors to set up together. By then, the linzertortes were ready to come out of the oven. Doesn’t everything look divine?
And I don’t think it really matters that I rolled the dough on the one torte versus making the ropes on the other. They both look great.
The rest of our meal was good ole American. Our friends Russell and Amy had given us some Southern Gold barbeque sauce, and I marinated some chicken in what we had of it, and then grilled it. I am becoming a master at grilling chicken!!! I paired that with corn on the cob, a green salad, and the potato salad. Little did I know that Lucas doesn’t eat potato salad, and Michael also declined to so much as try it, the first country he has staunchly refused even one bite. I was gravely disappointed, but I respected his decision. Here’s our happy little party and my plate:
All the food was spectacular. There is nothing like a really good, well balanced, home cooked meal. Our grill has been out of gas for several weeks, so I haven’t been able to grill since Leah’s birthday, but I sure intend to change that!!! Sadly, we are out of Maurice’s sauce, so I will have to grill up some other chicken and some pork tenderloins I have handy. Alton Brown was right when he said, “Anything you can make is better than anything you can buy.” Amen! We all tucked in as much as we could while leaving a little room for dessert.
About that time, all the kids started getting crabby. Leah was up from her nap and none too happy to see interlopers in her turf. William was starving to death. Dottie wanted to fling stuff around. So I pulled the sides off the springform pan, handed Lucas a knife, and told him to go to. We also had our torte with a scoop of vanilla ice cream.
Fortunately Mike decided to try the torte, and declared it spectacular! If anything, I think the red currant jam mellowed out the sharpness of the raspberries a little bit. I loved it!!!
After dinner, we got the kids settled and called Aunt Theresa and spoke to her for about 20 minutes. She was a spunky lady with a few stories to tell and I really enjoyed speaking with her. She is going to call her brother and find out anything he might know and give me a call back. I hope to stop and see her in June when Mike and I take Leah to NYC for the first time. It’s all very exciting to be in touch with family I either didn’t know I had or didn’t know was still alive :-) And Aunt Theresa loves to play bingo. Can we say BONUS!?
One more country and we’ll have done 50. Imagine? I don’t know if we’ll get there, but I never thought we’d make it this far! Cool!
In the not too distant past, I ran across a cookbook in the bargain bins at my local Borders. The book is called Santa’s North Pole Cookbook and features holiday recipes from all around the world that are traditionally served at Christmastime. One of them is glogg, a traditional wine drink that is served during the holidays in Finland.
Initially I vetoed the idea of glogg because we don’t consume alcohol very much in this family (IE ever). I wasn’t sure if I could substitute grape juice or not, so I decided not to mess with the recipe. But, God Bless Danny Wegman, I was wandering the aisles of my local Wegman’s supermarket and there in the juice aisle was a special blend of juices marked Glogg! Woo hoo! I knew I had another country in my grasp!
And an easy recipe to prepare, as well. Basically all you do is mull the spices in the juice to make a wonderful warm beverage. Joyfully, I got to use some of my cardamom, in addition to cinnamon and cloves. I poured the juice into a big pan, added the spices, and added raisins and almonds, traditionally stewed in the glogg mixture.
I let it all warm up and the house smelled AMAZING while it was heating. I was feeling so festive, I decided to get out the good china cups and we all raised a toast to Finland!
It is hard to describe what glogg really tastes like—it’s spicy and sweet and warm and hearty. It’s kind of a perfect Christmastime drink. I hope Wegman’s continues to sell glogg during the holidays, as I could easily see us drinking more of it.
Leah opted out of the glogg and decided to chew on a candy cane instead. (Don’t worry, it’s wrapped, her teeth are safe for now!)
So last night was my book club's regular meeting. We read the book The Bastard of Istanbul by Elif Shafak. The dinner theme was to take a chapter title, all of which were ingredients, select one, and use it to make a dish. Most of the ladies signed up to bring desserts, so I decided that I would make a main dish. While I didn't finish the book, I read in the jacket notes that it had something to do with the Armenian genocide, so I decided to make some Armenian dishes. There was an Armenian lady who volunteered at my old job in Boston, and I used to love the food that she'd make, so I was excited to select some dishes and make them.
I found The Gutsy Gourmet online and decided to use their "Gourmet Armenian Recipes" from the cookbook "Dining at Noah's Table". I selected three recipes to make: sou-berag, imom bayeldi, and stuffed zucchini.
I was cooking at my sister's house, and she has still not fully unpacked, so it was going to be a challenge to find everything I needed equipment-wise, but that is kind of the adventure of cooking in someone else's house. I also had no choice but to use ingredients of which I was not fond--most notably eggplant and cottage cheese.
I cooked everything all at once, but I'll try to divide up each recipe and report on it on its own to make it easier to read. I'll start with imom bayeldi, also known as Sultan's Delight. This is a wonderful vegetable dish, and a great way to use up extra veggies if you have them! I did cut down on the amount of eggplant that I used because I am not that crazy about eggplant, and also the local grocery store's selection of eggplant SUCKED. There was only one worth buying, really.
So the first task is to slice up the eggplant into rounds, leaving the skins on. Then you dump some salt on them and let them sit for about 30 minutes and let them release water.
I don't know if I did something wrong, but apart from a little bit of sweating, not a damn thing happened with the eggplant. The directions said to squeeze out the excess moisture and then put them in the oven to roast until they are lightly golden. I did that too, but frankly, they were in there for a while and nothing seemed to happen. Since I didn't eat them, I can't say if I know they were undercooked or anything, but no one was complaining, so I figure they were probably fine!
Next job was to slice up a boatload of vegetables and herbs. The recipe called for slices/rounds of peppers, onions, and tomatoes, crushed garlic, and basil, parsley, and mint. I was at a slight disadvantage in that my sister has lost her cutting board, so I chopped on a cookie sheet to save her counters.
Aren't they beauties?
I used red onions and green peppers to give some nice color to the dish. The Pampered Chef's garlic press can't be beat for crushing garlic, it does a thorough job indeed!
Here's a little tip of you need to chop fresh herbs. I hate doing it because, really, if you do it on a cutting board, it can be a challenge to get them really finely chopped and you run the risk of mashing them into the board, which is then where all those great flavors stay without going into your food! Try this instead. Put a handful of the herbs into a cup or glass, and chop the heck out of them with a pair of scissors. The herbs stay nicely contained and if you have any extra, you can store them in there for your next recipe (since two of these recipes required fresh herbs, I did the old "chop it once, use it twice" routine using this method. And because mint, basil, and parsley smell radically different from one another, it was easy to tell which was which despite their chopped states).
Then it was time to sautee everything up. You start with the peppers and onions and garlic, and sautee them 'gently'. Once they're soft, you add the herbs and the tomatoes and let them all cook in together. I did find that I had cut the peppers quite a bit too big, so I cut them a bit smaller, but man were they HOT! (heat hot, not spicy hot) So I may have burned a finger or two in their preparation. It took a while, honestly. I didn't turn up the heat very high because I didn't want to overtly fry anything, but there were a LOT of veggies in that pan, so it took the better part of 30 minutes to get everything even remotely soft. The pan was cast iron and HEAVY and with everything in there, I could lift it up to dump everything into the pan with the eggplant, so I wound up trying to scoop everything on top of the eggplant. It worked out OK, but I did wind up making a bit of a mess for myself to clean up afterwards.
Once the pepper mixture was spread out on top of the eggplant, the whole thing was lightly covered in "a can of tomato sauce". I really didn't know what size can to buy, so I went with a 14 ouncer since it was only supposed to be a smattering of tomato sauce. Then it was back in the oven for another 30 minutes before letting it cool--this dish can be served warm or at room temperature, so I decided to let it cool off. (I'll post a picture of the three finished dishes at the end--be patient :-D)
So that done, I turned my attention to the stuffed zucchini. I love zucchini and if I start some container gardens this summer, I might plant a couple of zucchini plants. Especially now that I know this dish! The zucchini dish was my entry into food for omnivores and had sausage in it. I LOVE sausage!! I was nervous that it used hot sausage, and I briefly considered substituting sweet sausage, but I wanted to be authentic and true to the recipe, so I decided to use the hot.
The first task was to halve and hollow the zucchini into little boats. This doesn't seem like it'd be that hard, but the zucchini offered at the Giant was actually pretty puny, so I had a bit of a challenge with it. In fact, one of the halves broke. But I soldiered on and eventually had some lovely little vessels waiting to be filled with sausagey goodness.
Then it was time to get cookin'! The recipe only called for 4 ounces of sausage, so really this is a fairly healthy dish when you consider that those 4 ounces get spread over 8 zucchini halves. I fried that up in a mercifully smaller frying pan that didn't break my wrists when I tried to pick it up!
Meanwhile, I combined the rest of the stuffing ingredients. These included 4 ounces of feta cheese (I used that instead of goat cheese, because I couldn't find goat cheese at the store), 4 ounces of mozarella cheese, 2 cups of diced Italian tomatoes (I used canned), fresh basil, and salt and pepper. When the sausage was done, I added it to the cheese mixture and stirred it all together.
All that was left was to STUFF! So I carefully stuffed each zucchini to its fill. I had a little bit of stuffing left over, so I put it in a pan and threw it in the oven separately, and later sampled it as a pre-book-club treat. YUM. Once the zucchini were stuffed, I sprinkled a little parmesan cheese over them and put them in the oven to cook away!
Time to turn my attention to the sou-berag, which is an Armenian lasagna. In order to save time, I decided to buy the oven-ready noodles, which was probably a mistake in retrospect. I should have just boiled the noodles. But oh well. This dish is also vegetarian friendly, but since it uses animal by-products, namely dairy, is not vegan friendly. It's also a recipe I was slightly anxious about due to the fact it uses cottage cheese. But since it used small curd cottage cheese, I was willing to give it the benefit of the doubt. And the fact that it is a pretty simple recipe to make endeared it to my heart.
By now, you all know of my love for pasta, and I love lasagna a lot! I had high hopes for this dish. And for a lasagna, I found it pretty easy to boot! WOO HOO! Basically, you mix together a lot of cheese and spread it over the noodles.
The main problem I had was that I don't think Judy has a cheese grater. And I had a full pound of jack cheese to grate. So I wound up crumbling it. It actually worked out just fine. After that, it was easy--measuring out ricotta and cottage cheeses, chopping up parsley, beating up and adding a couple of eggs, and melting some cheese. The recipe had the baffling instructions of "half a cube of melted butter" and I couldn't tell if that meant half a stick or half a pound. I erred on the side of more is more and melted a quarter pound, which was right in the middle. Since most of it was supposed to be poured over the top of the finished, assembled lasagna, I only poured a splash into the mixture itself.
And then it was assembly time! I put down a layer of noodles and then a layer of cheese, another layer of noodles, another layer of cheese, and finished it off with a layer of noodles, which I then drenched in butter.
So that was it! I put it in the oven to cook up. I pulled it out after what I thought was a good amount of time, but those top noodles looked a little sketchy to me. My sister asked, "Aren't they supposed to be, you know...?" and she trailed off, so I supplied the word she was missing, "Edible?" "Yeah," she said, and I pondered the situation. We decided to put it back in the oven for a while to continue to soften, and I added some more butter just to be safe. In the end, the top noodles were kind of crispy, which is why I think I should just have boiled the noodles and been done with it.
My three finished dishes took up most of the table (sorry ladies!).
Man were they yummy!!! I was surprised about the vegetables with the mint--it was very subtle. I don't think I will make that dish again, just on account of we're not vegetable people. However, the other two dishes I LOVED!!! I will definitely make them again.
Italy. What can I say about Italy? One of my favorite foods in the universe is pasta. Most everyone I know, except my sister and my husband, love the stuff. And even they love other Italian foods. So I gave a lot of thought to doing 80 Plates: Italy. I wanted it to be good. I wanted it to be worthy of Italian cooking. I wanted to make things that would make me love Italy even more than I already do and know I can--Italy remains my #1 choice for a vacation spot--anyone wanna give me/us a free trip?
So a while ago, while surfing YouTube, I happened upon a user by the name of PrincessDiana161. She made a video called "Rigatoni Carbonara", and I was totally intrigued by the idea that one could put raw eggs onto hot pasta and not have it become scrambled eggs with pasta. I was intrigued by the prospect, but with my distaste for eggs, I brushed it aside as an interesting but unlikely thing to cook. However, when deciding to do 80 Plates Italy, my mind immediately came back to that video. I did a little search and found it pretty quickly, only to discover it was at the center of a firestorm, causing her to rename the video "Rigatoni Carbonara ((MY VERSION))".
Her video had been featured on YouTube's front page, and apparently she was round ridiculed by classical Italian chefs for putting heavy cream into her carbonara. The commenters posted over and over again that there was no heavy cream in real carbonara, it was just eggs and cheese. More recent commenters decried her use of rigatoni instead of spaghetti. Well damn it, I wanted to make it, and in deference to her, I decided I was going to use rigatoni too! Thus were the seedlings of 80 Plates Italy formed.
Several weeks ago, I was again watching Tyler's Ultimate, and he made tagliatelle bolognese. (Why I keep watching this dude, I do not know, but all his stuff does look awesome!!!) Once he topped it with ricotta cheese, I was totally drooling. I had to have it. HAD TO. So I went on the Food Network website and found the recipe. But in reading the comments, everyone said the dish was lackluster and the measurements were incorrect. Hmpf. So again, something I wanted, but it wasn't quite right.
So I did a little research. I found a recipe for tagliatelle bolognese in my Around the World in 450 Recipes and decided to use that. However, the carbonara recipe in the same book included heavy cream, throwing the authenticity of the entire book into doubt! I decided to stick with the tagliatelle recipe and continue my hunt for an authentic carbonara recipe. Eventually I stumbled upon this one and decided to use it.
Eventually, we decided on a date that worked for Elizabeth, who graciously agreed to be our Test Italian and we were set. Until word got out. "I wish I knew how to make zeppole," the General said. He has talking about these mysterious zeppole for some time now, but I've never eaten them, nor have I ever heard of them. A quick Google search confirmed their existence, via MangiaBenePasta.com, and what's more, Zeppole are traditionally eaten to celebrate St. Joseph's Day on March 19th! Well, better late than never to celebrate the "adoptive father" of Jesus, so I added those in as our dessert choice. Last week, I was discussing the meal plans with my dad, and he said, "Well, you should really make bruschetta," so I added that on as well. Elizabeth later asked if she could bring something, and I decided that we might need some sort of vegetation, so I asked her to bring a salad.
Thus was our menu solidified!
So, the first order of business was to round up the ingredients we would need for everything. I had a pretty decent list going, and I knew from previous excursions where I was likely or unlikely to find certain items. If you read the carbonara recipe, you will know it calls for guanciale or pancetta. Pancetta is a type of bacon, guanciale (as I have learned from watching Under the Tuscan Gun is the smoked cheek of the pig. While I am all for using up as much of the animal as possible once it has been slaughtered, I also feel a wee bit skittish to use certain parts of said animal. My foray into pig hocks was enough. I opted for pancetta. However, I knew that our local grocery stores only carry pancetta in thin strips for an exorbitant amount of money. Remember the cooking of the Coq au Vin, when the thin strips of pancetta wouldn't cooperate? Well, I remember even if you don't! And I was not going through that again. I decided to shop around. Additionally, I couldn't find tagliatelle anywhere in F'burg, so I decided to take the show on the road and haul butt up to Woodbridge and shop at Wegman's. I believed Wegman's wouldn't let me down.
And I was right! I was able to get everything I needed there for a low price. And the beauty of buying the pancetta there was that it was sold in little pillow packs already diced!!! I bought two and tucked one in the freezer for a rainy day (OK, not exactly true, but I'll get to that in a bit)!
So on Friday night, I got to doing the prep work for our meal. I decided to make up the topping for the bruscetta ahead of time, thinking that it would be good to let the flavors all marry in the fridge overnight. I found this recipe for bruschetta and decided it would be the one I used. It's not just "chop stuff up, throw in a bowl, add a dash of oil and vinegar, done!" It's fun with parboiling tomatoes! Who wouldn't love that?
Ok, so first thing's first, I was parboiling the tomatoes. I got some beautiful plum tomatoes at Wegmans. Parboiling is a snap for these babies. All you do is boil up some water, take it off the burner, throw the tomatoes in, and let them sit for a minute, then pull them out! Voila! Parboiled tomatoes! This makes them much easier to skin and seed, which was the next step. When I was done peeling them and taking out the guts, I had a regular tomato crime scene on my hands!
I let that sit and combined the ingredients for the sauce/marinade. This again was quite easy--minced garlic, balsamic vinegar, extra virgin olive oil. I decided to use a short cut on the garlic and used the minced garlic in a jar. It makes life easier when you have vast quanitities of cooking to be done. Where the basil was concerned, I like to do a chiffonade for my basil. This basically involves stacking all the leaves in a nice pile, rolling them into a tube, and slicing. You wind up with beautiful strips in no time.
Ok, so that done, I tossed everything together and made my bruschetta. Obviously I was not going to touch the bread until it was time to eat, so the bruschetta went into the fridge, covered up to try and eliminate garlic smells from the fridge.
That done, the only other thing I could really do in the evening was chop up the vegetables for the bolognese. Bolognese requires onions, garlic, celery, and carrots. The garlic is only crushed and peeled, not minced, so I decided to use a regular clove of it. Again, I elected to grate the carrots. Not only is it faster, but since the General was already sacrificing by attempting to eat pasta, I thought it would be more palatable if there weren't chunks of carrots in it.
Then it was time for bed! I felt good that I'd accomplished even this little bit, figuring it would make it that much easier when it was time to cook with a bunch of people in the house the following day.
So, the lumpia meal complete, Doug and I set off to Home Depot to pick up stuff for baby Leah's (if you haven't heard, it's a girl, not a boy!) closet. We got back and he got cranking around 3:00 and since the bolognese takes 3 hours to cook and we were eating at 6:00ish, I knew I'd better get on it. My assistant for the day was, again, my friend Jacalyn, to be joined later by Elizabeth. :-) Tagliatelle is pretty simple to cook, it just takes a long time.
Initially, all you do is sweat your vegetables in a little olive oil. Sweating means that they release their juices and all cook up nice and soft but they don't change color/brown. This allows everything to get nice and soft and tasty, but not to kill it. It involves a pretty precise measurement of heat--too hot and it browns, too cool and it doesn't heat. Still, I didn't find it that challenging, I must have hit it right the first time!
Once you're done with that (and it takes about 10 minutes), it's time to add some ground beef to the pan. The cookbook is European and says to add "minced beef", but it's the same thing. Using a wooden spoon, you stir up any clumps and you get nice tiny little pieces of beef mixed in with your vegetables.
This, again, is where even a rudimentary knowledge of wine comes in handy. For the second time, I was faced with a decision about what kind of wine to buy. The recipe said "150 ml red wine". It didn't even give me a type, like syrah! So Jacalyn picked up the bottle of red wine I had after I'd opened it (I'm getting handy with a corkscrew!) and said, "How'd you pick this?" Easy. It was Italian and it was the wine on sale next to the parmesan at Wegman's. This particular wine, Monte Antico being the brand name, is, if I'm translating the label correctly "a sampling of typically Tuscan wines", including sangiovese, merlot, and cabernet sauvignon. I figured if you don't know what one wine to buy, you might as well go for a melange. And I have about 7/8 of a bottle left to use up! So anyone want some?
Ok, so I tossed in the wine. Then your job is to let the whole thing cook over medium heat until the wine evaporates. The tip says, "Don't skimp on the cooking time--it is essential for a full-flavoured Bolognese sauce. Some Italian cooks insist on cooking the sauce 3-4 hours, so the longer you can leave it, the better." Consequently, I let this cook for about 40 minutes until the pan was dry, but nothing was sticking to the bottom.
Then it was time to repeat the process with a cup of milk--pour it in and let it cook over medium heat until it evaporates. What you wind up with is a very soft meaty mass. It was smelling pretty good, but I was glad that the next instructions called for adding diced tomatoes and tomato paste, because that really was going to turn it into a sauce. And once that's added, you let it cook another 45 minutes at least.
In the meantime, Jacalyn and I had been preparing the zeppole batter so that after dinner I'd be able to fry them up very quickly and serve them hot out of the pan. Again, zeppoles are little fried dough balls, and actually are quite easy to make up. They have a minimum of ingredients, but they use TEN eggs! Holy smokes!
So to make them, all you do is boil some water and butter together on the stove. This looks a little strange, honestly.
You sift some flour and once the butter and water start to boil, you throw in the flour and stir it hard until the dough pulls away from the edge of the pan and you get a nice little mass of dough.
The next step is to start adding the eggs, one at a time, and incorporating them quickly so the warm dough doesn't cook them. Now, I wisely assigned Jacalyn to the task of mixing while I did the cracking of the eggs, but I'll be honest here, people, this was NOT HAPPENING. That dough got stiff in a jiffy and until the eggs were fully incorporated, it was like trying to mix concrete. The two of us couldn't get it together. My eye fell on the stand mixer, and I decided to demonstrate its power and brilliance to Jacalyn, who'd never used one.
Went from this...
to this...
...in no time flat. I left the dough in the bowl and it was done.
It was at this point in the game I realized I a) didn't have enough dutch oven pots to complete the evening's cooking and b) didn't have enough large burners on the stove. It was time to get the pasta cooking--two different types of pasta equals two pots, which is what I have but one had the bolognese sauce in it! So I put the bolognese in the electric frying pan to keep warm and washed out the pot. However, I also needed a burner for my large frying pan for my carbonara sauce to get going. And like any stove, I have two big burners and two small burners. *SIGH*
It's a little crowded on there!
I decided to get the water going anyway and then I could put aside the tagliatelle water and put the big frying pan on the big burner to cook up the meat for the carbonara. Carbonara is a very quick meal to put together. Fry up some pancetta, add it to your cooked pasta, throw in some eggs and cheese and voila! Despite not using PrincessDiana161's recipe, it really did help to watch her technique and see how she did it, as it gave me the confidence to go ahead and try it for myself.
So while the pots were boiling, we turned on the oven, and I set Jacalyn to work on the bruschetta. I sliced the bread on the diagonal and she coated one side with olive oil. The directions said to put them olive oil side down on a baking pan in the oven at 450 for 5 minutes. This made me quite nervous--I've never tried toasting bread in the oven where it didn't totally burn. But I put my faith in the recipe maker and set the bread in the oven. I was watching that timer like a hawk though! But guess what!? It worked! Our bread came out BEAUTIFULLY!
Elizabeth and her husband arrived and I managed to find a space for her to make her salad. She is glowing with the joy of the impending arrival of her boy, isn't she!? I guess now instead of "Udvar" being Jack's best friend, he can be Leah's first boyfriend. :-)
Things were all happening very quickly now. It was a race to the finish! We put the bread aside (I didn't want to top it till the last minute) and I fried up the pancetta. I moved that to the middle of the back of the stove where there is a warming element, and I put the tagliatelle water back on and got that cooking. Meanwhile, I had dumped the rigatoni into its water, but due to the vast quantities involved, I knew almost immediately that it was sketchy if there was enough water or not. And it turned out to be VERY close indeed. Rigatoni sucks up A LOT of water. I should have cooked it in 2 separate pans or gotten my big pan out from downstairs. I really was getting very nervous indeed. I tried clamping the lid on the pot, which only served to make it boil over, thus loosing more precious water. In retrospect, I should have dumped in some of the water from the tagliatelle, but of course, everything is 20/20 in hindsight.
I mixed up the egg and cheese mixture for the carbonara. Basically, it's 2 eggs (yes, that's really all!) and a little bit of the 5 ounces of cheese that will ultimately find its way into the dish. The rigatoni finally finished, and it was time for the moment of truth--adding the eggs to the pasta and seeing if I could make it not scramble.
(As an aside, never have I hated a picture of myself more--this picture shows my desperate need for clothes that fit.)
But it worked!!!! And wouldn't you know, I didn't get a picture of the finished carbonara?!?!!?!? I was so excited by my success that I totally spaced out taking a picture!! AUGH! My dad has already secured a promise from me that I'll make it for him, so I will take a picture this spring when I make it again. Here's a picture of the noodles and the pancetta stirred together. Imagine it with a bit of a creamy sauce.
We dished up the tagliatelle, my nod to Tyler Florence being that I topped it with 2 heaping scoops of ricotta cheese like he did--I am fast becoming a fan of ricotta.
We put our bruschetta on our bread.
And the eight of us sat down to dinner.
As the kids today say, "OMGWTFBBQ!" The food was SO GOOD. In all fairness the tagliatelle bolognese suffered the fate of Japan's chicken teriyaki next to its cousin, carbonara, lovingly dubbed by Elizabeth as "a heart attack in a pan". That carbonara was one of the best things I've ever eaten, certainly the best pasta dish I've ever eaten. I would rank it above lasagna in my estimation.
The General, bless his heart, didn't care for any of it. He kept saying, "I'm trying, Susan, I'm sorry" and I knew he was and I loved him for it. He admitted that the carbonara was OK, but he didn't like the tagliatelle at all. We dumped the tomatoes off the bruschetta and he had just the bread plain. So I know it was a happy man who turned to the zeppoles at the end of the meal.
Hilariously, towards the end of dinner, everyone was saying how much they don't like eating fried foods. And so when it was time to make the zeppoles after clearing the table, I said, "Well, despite that, too bad, I'm about to fry dessert." However, I did use Enova oil to fry them in so they weren't as bad for us as they could have been. To fry zeppoles, all you do is heat up some oil and dump them a tablespoon at a time into the oil. They puff up HUGE! If you take them out early, you're in trouble. Let them sit in there for a good five minutes and they quadruple in size. They become very light and puffy, not at all dense. I served them with powdered sugar and with cinammon sugar.
While we all enjoyed them, Jacalyn's son Joram become King Zeppole. That kid ate zeppoles like they were manna from heaven! Ok, this picture is fuzzy because he was giggling like a madman while he ate, but I love it for the sheer glee and joy in his face. That's what food is about! :-)
Many thanks to my wonderful friends who cooked and ate with us! I had so much fun doing Italy, and the food was amazing.
