Chiacchiere,
is perhaps the word I struggle with the most when reading a passage out
loud in class. My teacher quickly realized this and when she's feel
extra sassy I somehow always get stuck reading that portion. When
reading though it typically means chatter, small-talk, or gossip.
Tonight though, it meant tasty fried batter covered with powder sugar
and chocolate sauce. These yummy little treats are typically a carnivale
treat and vary from those prepared in the past by being drizzled with
chocolate rather than blood. Why the name? Well, I guess someone thought
the crunch when you bite into one sounded a little like chatter. Yeah.
That has to be it because once these hit the table, there is no chatter
to be heard...just the sounds of yum's and fat cells cheering.
Tonight it was our turn to try to make this seasonal treat. Come to think
of it, the lasagna we made was also a seasonal thing. After spending the
time rolling out the two different doughs with the pasta press I can
now understand why they aren't made year round. Plus, who really wants
their oven going for over an hour after various pots are boiling
previous in the middle of the hot summer? But right now? It's a
completely different story!
It was a very busy night but definitely hands on. We started off with
the bolognese sauce (no veggie chopping this week!) and then worked on
the second sauce for the lasagna that consisted primarily of flour,
milk, and butter. As those simmered away it was time to start the pasta
dough. Making the dough was easy, but the rolling out with the hand
cranked roller took some time- especially since we had to get them to a
small enough size before sending them through again to be the correct
thickness. It was an arm workout. The product before being sent into the
pot of boiling water wasn't very pretty. Nothing like our store bought
frilly edged dry pasta. These were a much thicker and variously shaped
wedges.
Once the table was cleared we started again with mounds of flour with a
perfect volcano top to fill with things like sugar, eggs, rum, and
orange concentrate. This dough was much sticker and smelled so
fabulously sweet it was hard to resist especially as the next step took
f-o-r-e-v-e-r. Mini wedges being sent through the roller until they were
thinner than pie crust. Then they had to be sliced. Chef R, another
regular and I took on this process trying to be a good productive line. I
think I was the bottleneck but by my 4th attempt to chop the dough
rapidly like Chef R, I was sort of catching on. Here's what it should
look like:
And no, even if the pictures indicate my level of concentration, there is no way my
technique looked anything like that. And mine didn't look like nice
tortilla strips either, but it didn't matter because when they are fried
they don't stay like that anyway. But seriously. Check out that table
full of those suckers and we didn't use all the dough. We also noticed
while checking out that they had 3 large plates full of them under
glass. Yep. Our food productions are works of art! Or you know, we just
made enough to get them through the weekend.
Arms tired, apron covered in flour, and hands scaly with dried dough it was time
to assemble the lasagna. Sauce, noodles folding outward, sauce x2,
cheese x2, noodles. Repeated until to top of pan and fold noodles back
over. Bake for an hour and then let it sit for another to let the
liquids/juice from the cheese and sauce to get absorbed by the noodles.
Luckily he had already made one and we didn't have to wait for the one
we really made.
The other perk of this week (other than learning an Italian classic) is I
learned where to buy some of the kitchen gadgets that I drool over each
week...like the meat pounder, strainer-bowl for items just out of the
frier, and even some of the huge pots. I think it's time to start
rearranging my kitchen to make room for some of these soon to be mine
items. Just getting the kitchen ready for my visitors!
Life in Naples, Italy is anything but boring. No matter how long I've lived here and think I understand the culture, things still come as a shock! Didn't someone once say that when the crazy things seem normal it's time to move on? Guess I'm not moving on just yet! Until that day- I'm going to keep using my amazing 3 year opportunity to explore, shop, and eat until I run out of places to see, things become normal, or most likely, my 3 years are up.
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Friday, February 24, 2012
Friday, February 17, 2012
Cooking Class: Tiramisu & Other Stuff
Another Friday night means another cooking class over at La Vigna. Tonight's menu was another that was not to be missed with tiramisu on the menu. Seriously, it was the only one I really saw when the announcement went out and even now after spending 3+ hours cooking and eating I still had to look up the other things we made....tagliatelle alla bolognese and involtini alla messicana.
With so many things going on in the kitchen tonight and probably more socializing than what is conducive to truly learning new recipes, I'm going to just show you what we made. Sorry. I'll try to at least track down the tiramisu recipe by the week's end. I really was trying to keep track of what we were doing tonight but once I was selected to dice 2 carrots piccoli I sort of lost track of what else was going on. I mean, don't they have food processors for things like this? (Please, take a moment to appriciate just how tiny I had to chop these suckers.)
That was just one part of the bolognese sauce and once it was done I didn't even see our beautifully diced veggies. Crazy! But it did make me feel better about eating every last noodle off my plate knowing that there were veggies. (Just ignore that slab of butter and the fact that olive oil was also added.)
Next up was the involtini alla messicana, or what we were calling, sausage stuffed veal. In a method very similar to the last involtini we made, the meat was rolled up before being cooked up and served with a sauce. This week's though was spicy (that's why it's messicana) and with the funghi, also chopped by me, almost took on an Asia flavor. It had my taste buds very happy because I was eating something that did not taste Italian at an Italian restaurant- go figure.
With so many things going on in the kitchen tonight and probably more socializing than what is conducive to truly learning new recipes, I'm going to just show you what we made. Sorry. I'll try to at least track down the tiramisu recipe by the week's end. I really was trying to keep track of what we were doing tonight but once I was selected to dice 2 carrots piccoli I sort of lost track of what else was going on. I mean, don't they have food processors for things like this? (Please, take a moment to appriciate just how tiny I had to chop these suckers.)
That was just one part of the bolognese sauce and once it was done I didn't even see our beautifully diced veggies. Crazy! But it did make me feel better about eating every last noodle off my plate knowing that there were veggies. (Just ignore that slab of butter and the fact that olive oil was also added.)

Finally, we got to the main attraction, tiramisu. With the cream
and "pudding" already prepared, assembly was the only thing required.
Using store bought ladyfingers, each was dipped into "weak coffee." Weak
because it was double the water used typically for one espresso shot.
Yeah. It wasn't that weak...but what's the point of weak coffee anyway? A
layer of the cream mixture was added, and then another layer of
ladyfingers, this time soaked in the coffee was layered on top. Then the
topping was piped on before being dusted with "just a little" cocoa
powder.
Yeah. "Just a little."
As for me, the full belly I left with is totally winning over the super soaked coffee dessert so it's time for me to head downstairs with my espresso charged kitty and get to sleep.
Buonanotte!
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