So playing the trombone wasn't getting me in enough trouble? |
| I need someplace to write down the often confusing thoughts that enter my mind, while my stories give voice to the characters that wander through periodically, this is the place for my voice. Join me if you wish, comment if you wish, all are welcomed and appreciated. |
| Well, maybe that should really be Cooking By Mouth, a play on the musical, Playing By Ear. Lenore's Mamma, Mary, was a typical old-school Italian cook. There were no written recipes, no measurements, and no rules. Okay, there were many rules; Onions had to be a certain size. And only White onions existed! As did the potatoes. Russets or Yukon Gold Squash, zucchini, and eggplant all needed to meet exacting expectations. Cucuzza longa (gagootz or Sicilian snake zucchini) - was almost impossible to get right, but every once in a while ... Broccoli Rabe - a strict ratio between leaves and buds, no open flowers. Cheese had to be sliced to a precise thickness. Sausage grilled to a particular doneness. Pasta cooked to perfection, of course, perfection varied by dish. Ground Beef had to be "chopped twice". That's just a few I can remember, since I did most of the shopping; those were the ones that I needed to memorize. We have recipes written down, some Mary herself jotted out, some that we wrote down as she cooked. Mary's are basically lists of ingredients. No measurements, no instructions. Just a list of stuff to toss in a pot. The ones we were able to write ourselves are a little more detailed, but still lacking. So Lenore and I are on a mission. One at a time, we're going to recreate Mary's favorites, tasting and tweaking as we go, trying to bring back those memories and flavors. |