My bucatini all'amatriciana. Looks just like some spaghetti and Prego red sauce with some Kraft parmesan on top. Pretty much just as easy to make too. But oh man does some high quality guanciale, pecorino, dried pasta, and canned tomatoes make a massive difference. It was beautiful to eat!
For some inexplicable reason bucatini is my favorite pasta.
I think it combines everything we want in a noodle.
Tonight: Spaghetti alla carbonara. Takes a whole dozen eggs to make, and I've got one expiring on May 8.
scumdevils86 wrote:I've decided that bucatini might be my favorite now too
There was a trattoria in San Antonio that served a duck ragu and bucatini. My wife would order it and I'd order a faro salad, some golden beets and a grilled radicchio salad. Share and enjoy!
I miss the big shitty more often that I admit.
“Conservatism consists of exactly one proposition …There must be in-groups whom the law protects but does not bind, alongside out-groups whom the law binds but does not protect.”
Of the 12 coaches, Rush picked the one whose fans have the deepest passion, the longest memories, the greatest lung capacity and … did I mention deep passion?
Tube of old chorizo from the back of the fridge, ancient frozen diced potatoes, block of yellow cheddar, half an onion, bunch of eggs and some cream. Baked in a casserole pan to form a chorizo breakfast burrito quiche type thing. Throw it in an Alejandro's tortilla I just defrosted from my freezer stock pile and serve with some Cholula and green taco sauce. Some fruit on the side. That's what I call delicious.
I cooked because Femcat literally disappeared at 6pm. Came out fucking fantastic. I’m proud of me.
Of the 12 coaches, Rush picked the one whose fans have the deepest passion, the longest memories, the greatest lung capacity and … did I mention deep passion?
Alieberman wrote:My son and I made homemade pizzas for the family. He made the dough a few days ago and made the sauce today.
They were really, really good.
That’s impressive. I’ve never made pizza, but as of now I’m loathe to turn on my oven.
I’m very interested in a toaster oven, but not a good time to spend money.
I’d also like a Zojirushi fuzzy logic rice cooker. But it’s belt tightening times.
you don't have a toaster oven? definitely need one. you can get a perfectly acceptable one for like $60. during the summer i almost never use my actual oven and just use the toaster oven since it has a convection cooking setting.
i was going to put the ua/asu records here...but i forgot what they were.
Alieberman wrote:My son and I made homemade pizzas for the family. He made the dough a few days ago and made the sauce today.
They were really, really good.
That’s impressive. I’ve never made pizza, but as of now I’m loathe to turn on my oven.
I’m very interested in a toaster oven, but not a good time to spend money.
I’d also like a Zojirushi fuzzy logic rice cooker. But it’s belt tightening times.
you don't have a toaster oven? definitely need one. you can get a perfectly acceptable one for like $60. during the summer i almost never use my actual oven and just use the toaster oven since it has a convection cooking setting.
I had planned on getting one for this summer. Oh well.
Cold plate: sliced carrots and cucumbers with hummus; banana; tangerine; cheddar and crackers; kale salad; pinot gris
“Conservatism consists of exactly one proposition …There must be in-groups whom the law protects but does not bind, alongside out-groups whom the law binds but does not protect.”
Truly good pizza. Which is a rarity around these parts.
Of the 12 coaches, Rush picked the one whose fans have the deepest passion, the longest memories, the greatest lung capacity and … did I mention deep passion?
I love me some Rocco’s! But what do you think of their cannolis? The only underwhelming thing on their menu IMO.
Cannoli were disappointing. I’m always hoping cannoli will be like the ones at Caruso’s.
But don’t ever get them at a place called Sauce. They’re filled with lemon chiffon, and they don’t even tell you that in advance. That place has no redeeming qualities.
EastCoastCat wrote:Making Timballo in honor of my Mother who would have been 96 today. Will never be as good as hers though...
Had to look that one up. My family always called it a Sartu (although my grandfather called it a “bomba” due to the effect it had on his stomach).
Of the 12 coaches, Rush picked the one whose fans have the deepest passion, the longest memories, the greatest lung capacity and … did I mention deep passion?
EastCoastCat wrote:Making Timballo in honor of my Mother who would have been 96 today. Will never be as good as hers though...
Big Night is a favorite movie of mine. I use dialogue from it all the time on this board, but I doubt anyone here has seen it.
Ahem .....
“Conservatism consists of exactly one proposition …There must be in-groups whom the law protects but does not bind, alongside out-groups whom the law binds but does not protect.”
EastCoastCat wrote:Making Timballo in honor of my Mother who would have been 96 today. Will never be as good as hers though...
Big Night is a favorite movie of mine. I use dialogue from it all the time on this board, but I doubt anyone here has seen it.
Ahem .....
Then why didn't I get more rep when I said, "Mmmmmm. Steak. I like steak."
When Friday night comes and people have spent a terrible week at work, they go out to a restaurant and they want to say, "Mmmmmm. Steak. I like steak." Nobody wants to say, "What the fuck is this?"
EastCoastCat wrote:Making Timballo in honor of my Mother who would have been 96 today. Will never be as good as hers though...
Big Night is a favorite movie of mine. I use dialogue from it all the time on this board, but I doubt anyone here has seen it.
Ahem .....
One of my favorite movie lines of all time:
She breaks into tears during the big meal...
"What's the matter, dear?"
"My mother couldn't cook!"
“If you have the choice between humble and cocky, go with cocky. There's always time to be humble later, once you've been proven horrendously, irrevocably wrong.”
EastCoastCat wrote:Making Timballo in honor of my Mother who would have been 96 today. Will never be as good as hers though...
Had to look that one up. My family always called it a Sartu (although my grandfather called it a “bomba” due to the effect it had on his stomach).
My Mother's was actually more of a multi-layered Lasagna, not with rice like Sartu which by the way is also excellent. But it has most of the other ingredients. That's how they made it in Rome where my Mother was from.
Suppli (fried rice ball with mozzarella and meat snacks) is my all-time favorite. I could eat a thousand of those.
EastCoastCat wrote:Making Timballo in honor of my Mother who would have been 96 today. Will never be as good as hers though...
Had to look that one up. My family always called it a Sartu (although my grandfather called it a “bomba” due to the effect it had on his stomach).
My Mother's was actually more of a multi-layered Lasagna, not with rice like Sartu which by the way is also excellent. But it has most of the other ingredients. That's how they made it in Rome where my Mother was from.
Suppli (fried rice ball with mozzarella and meat snacks) is my all-time favorite. I could eat a thousand of those.
You’re making me really fucking hungry.
My family is from the hills just northeast of Naples. Or as they called it, “the real Italy”. Anything to the north was France and everything to the south was Africa. And it’s the only place for “real” Italian food.
I get the sense all the other regions feel the same way.
Of the 12 coaches, Rush picked the one whose fans have the deepest passion, the longest memories, the greatest lung capacity and … did I mention deep passion?
EastCoastCat wrote:Making Timballo in honor of my Mother who would have been 96 today. Will never be as good as hers though...
Had to look that one up. My family always called it a Sartu (although my grandfather called it a “bomba” due to the effect it had on his stomach).
My Mother's was actually more of a multi-layered Lasagna, not with rice like Sartu which by the way is also excellent. But it has most of the other ingredients. That's how they made it in Rome where my Mother was from.
Suppli (fried rice ball with mozzarella and meat snacks) is my all-time favorite. I could eat a thousand of those.
You’re making me really fucking hungry.
My family is from the hills just northeast of Naples. Or as they called it, “the real Italy”. Anything to the north was France and everything to the south was Africa. And it’s the only place for “real” Italian food.
I get the sense all the other regions feel the same way.
Paesano!
The other regions certainly do.
But having gone to Italy every couple of years as a youth I could not find a place North or South where the food wasn't out of this world. To this day when people say to me "I love Italian food" I ask them if they have ever been to Italy and if they say "no" I just shake my head. Not because Italian food is not good here in the U.S. but it's just on another stratosphere over there.
EastCoastCat wrote:Making Timballo in honor of my Mother who would have been 96 today. Will never be as good as hers though...
Had to look that one up. My family always called it a Sartu (although my grandfather called it a “bomba” due to the effect it had on his stomach).
My Mother's was actually more of a multi-layered Lasagna, not with rice like Sartu which by the way is also excellent. But it has most of the other ingredients. That's how they made it in Rome where my Mother was from.
Suppli (fried rice ball with mozzarella and meat snacks) is my all-time favorite. I could eat a thousand of those.
You’re making me really fucking hungry.
My family is from the hills just northeast of Naples. Or as they called it, “the real Italy”. Anything to the north was France and everything to the south was Africa. And it’s the only place for “real” Italian food.
I get the sense all the other regions feel the same way.
Paesano!
The other regions certainly do.
But having gone to Italy every couple of years as a youth I could not find a place North or South where the food wasn't out of this world. To this day when people say to me "I love Italian food" I ask them if they have ever been to Italy and if they say "no" I just shake my head. Not because Italian food is not good here in the U.S. but it's just on another stratosphere over there.
I love the regionalism in Italy.
Had the best shellfish and puttanesca and pizza in Naples.
A one-of-a-kind porterhouse steak in Florence.
To die for Arancini in Sicily.
And different amazing wines all up and down the boot.
I have to get back there soon. Might even drag my ungrateful kids who will pout because they can’t get chicken fingers...
Of the 12 coaches, Rush picked the one whose fans have the deepest passion, the longest memories, the greatest lung capacity and … did I mention deep passion?
That enormous dinosaur steak in Tuscany is over the top, balls-to-the-walls perfection. Totally worth the 80+ euros. You should probably limit yourself to one of those a year.
I'm going to keep insisting that New York City/Jersey is a legit regional school of Italian cuisine. Most people love it from birth, but Italians frown on it and Americans experience Emilia Romagna and leave NYC in the rear view mirror. But you gotta grasp the spirit of the cocaina of the disconnected, impoverished aspiration of desperate immigration that leads to its own kind of deep comfort.
Longhorned wrote:That enormous dinosaur steak in Tuscany is over the top, balls-to-the-walls perfection. Totally worth the 80+ euros. You should probably limit yourself to one of those a year.
I'm going to keep insisting that New York City/Jersey is a legit regional school of Italian cuisine. Most people love it from birth, but Italians frown on it and Americans experience Emilia Romagna and leave NYC in the rear view mirror. But you gotta grasp the spirit of the cocaina of the disconnected, impoverished aspiration of desperate immigration that leads to its own kind of deep comfort.
Never been to Italy but I don't think I'd lose my appreciation for a big meatball sandwich or chicken Alfredo or a pile of lasagna from Roma Imports.
i was going to put the ua/asu records here...but i forgot what they were.
Longhorned wrote:That enormous dinosaur steak in Tuscany is over the top, balls-to-the-walls perfection. Totally worth the 80+ euros. You should probably limit yourself to one of those a year.
I'm going to keep insisting that New York City/Jersey is a legit regional school of Italian cuisine. Most people love it from birth, but Italians frown on it and Americans experience Emilia Romagna and leave NYC in the rear view mirror. But you gotta grasp the spirit of the cocaina of the disconnected, impoverished aspiration of desperate immigration that leads to its own kind of deep comfort.
Spot on LH...I'd say the only thing that's missing is the 2-3 hr extravaganza you get in Italy. Not just the excellent food but the social experience.
Plus the no menu/secondi experience. The food just keeps on coming!
Longhorned wrote:That enormous dinosaur steak in Tuscany is over the top, balls-to-the-walls perfection. Totally worth the 80+ euros. You should probably limit yourself to one of those a year.
I'm going to keep insisting that New York City/Jersey is a legit regional school of Italian cuisine. Most people love it from birth, but Italians frown on it and Americans experience Emilia Romagna and leave NYC in the rear view mirror. But you gotta grasp the spirit of the cocaina of the disconnected, impoverished aspiration of desperate immigration that leads to its own kind of deep comfort.
Spot on LH...I'd say the only thing that's missing is the 2-3 hr extravaganza you get in Italy. Not just the excellent food but the social experience.
Plus the no menu/secondi experience. The food just keeps on coming!
I went to a restaurant in Florence (where I got the aforementioned porterhouse) where after 2 hours of eating the most delicious food, the owner sat down with us and made us drink three bottles of his brother’s excellent wine that he described as coming from “up the hill” before confessing that he wanted his daughter to marry an American Italian and that I should come by to meet her the next day.
If it had been four bottles I might have come home with a Signora.
Of the 12 coaches, Rush picked the one whose fans have the deepest passion, the longest memories, the greatest lung capacity and … did I mention deep passion?
