Small tentacles here, there and everywhere. Because my son, Riccardo loves this pasta, I prepare it. Because he eats with enthusiastic enjoyment, I prepare it. Because Sofia copies him in eating it, I prepare it. But because I don't like tentacles, I wish I was not preparing it. Can you imagine my uneasiness in cleaning so many little octopuses? But I am a mother so I will just shut up.
28 October 2011
It is the time of the year when you never wear the correct clothes. It's either you're too hot in a jacket or too cold in a shirt. The weather had been fantastic lately (until the disastrous storm in The Cinque Terre area) and the sun had been shining the strongest on weekends. It is autumn and some people are already bundled up like Eskimos and some are still prancing around in their tropical island attire. I secretly think that the ones bundled in heavy clothes have already switched their wardrobes from summer to winter while the ones with the light garb have yet to do this arduous work. I already did mine. It's my least favorite part of the changing seasons.
24 October 2011
Vegetables cooked in a saucepan is the literal translation of verdure in padella. I was asked to post more Italian vegetable dishes so here is an example of a very simple and classic cooked vegetables. The vegetables vary according to season and of course, whatever you have available in the kitchen. No rules, really. Just dump those beautiful, fresh veggies you have and cook away.
22 October 2011
Like what I said, anything touched with vinegar is delicious to me. And I am presently in a vinegary food binge. I recently cooked the salt & vinegar potato chips and it fixed my craving (for now) for those very good French potato chips. Then came the avocado, tomato & spring onion salad which was so good with the grilled salmon that I bought some more avocado and salmon soon after for an encore.
21 October 2011
I was in the kitchen alternating between grilling the shrimps and cooking the tamarind sauce when I saw my blog's traffic viewing counter turn 100,000. I had been watching it go up the whole morning. As apprehensive as I was, I had been trying to do all things together to keep my mind off the numbers for a while. Just seeing so many 9s already gave me an odd sensation of disbelief. Then when I saw the magical number, it gave me a sense of completion. I was more than happy. It's like time stopped when I was staring at the screen. Jubilance can give strange reactions sometimes. You see, it is not just a number to me. I see it as a number of times I have opened my kitchen to anyone who knocked, looked in and checked what I was cooking. One hundred thousand times, I opened my door to you and during those times you bid me goodbye and you came back over and over again. Thank you for holding that interest and visiting my kitchen.
18 October 2011
I am the last person on earth who would buy anything heart-shaped, and even red for that matter. I am not a Valentine nemesis. I am just not into them. I might consider pastel colored hearts made of wood. A country-style look is always irresistibly cute. So, I surprised myself when I grabbed this red heart-shaped bowl from the shop. I didn't even think twice about buying it. I think I am getting old. All my life I have turned my back on red hearts and now reaching my 4th decade, I was to be found in a shop holding the only thing I wouldn't even think of looking at. A red heart-shaped bowl. P.S. I find it beautiful.
17 October 2011
I love anything with vinegar in it. Much to my husband's dismay, who absolutely hates the smell of vinegar, he has to live with it. He married me so he also married my vinegar side. He doesn't really like anything pungent so I can't toss back to him the Tsk! Tsk! look he sends my way when there's a whiff of anything particularly acidically strong in the kitchen.
At six o'clock on the dot, an unsure little voice came out from the dimly lit corridor. I'm awake. I can't sleep anymore. I looked outside through the window and saw that it was still pitch dark. It is Sunday morning. We were hoping to gain an hour of two of more sleep today. I cajoled my son to go back to bed but he was insistent. He was awake and he refused to go back to bed. How come he never wakes up this early when it's a school day? He watched TV at the other end of the house while he waited for his Papi to prepare his breakfast. I noticed that my husband closed the door of the kids' room so that our daughter remains undisturbed. If she wakes up too, any hope of prolonging our sleep will be gone.
14 October 2011
It took me some time to get used to this salad. I usually can't dodge it because it's always a part of the antipasto freddo (cold appetizer) platter in the restaurants. I love everything but this one. It is very good, don't get me wrong. What invokes this refusal is the sight of the chopped tentacles. I really don't find that inviting. Then it all changed when I was once served this dish without the tentacles. I was relieved and for the first time, I enjoyed it because I was spared the job of segregating. And what do you know, it was actually more than good.
11 October 2011
I had been using a considerable amount of pistachios from Bronte, Sicily lately to the point of being excessive. Just for the bread swirls of my kids, my supply of ground pistachios was almost depleted. It's a good thing my mother-in-law was in Sicily recently and replenished my dwindling supply. When I was there last month, I brought home all sorts of pistachio products from Bronte that I could find. Pesto di pistacchio, crema di pistacchio (cream), pistacchio granulato (ground) & croccantini di pistacchio (pistachio brittles). I was a traveling advertisement of the town.
10 October 2011
How many times did I write that to have vibrant natural colors in my food matters a lot? As I was preparing these skewers, I felt like summer was still here to stay. It was a desperate attempt to keep it a while longer, even if I can feel that the temperature has already dropped. The weather had been so erratic. The morning had opened up with a promise of a beautiful day but then it became windy, cold, dreary, gray and just plain ugly. We were cooped indoors.
07 October 2011
These bread swirls or pinwheel sandwiches caused a lot of excitement with the kids. There is no other kind of food that gives me pleasure in creating than the ones that are meant for the little ones. Especially when I am able to divert them away from the commercial snacks. Lately, as I had been reading the ingredients of the biscuits & snacks at the supermarkets, I noticed so much E-number additives in every product. Even the simplest biscuits contain more chemical additives than natural ones.