Monday, 14 March 2011

La Parmigiana di Donna Rosa (Authentic Italian Parmigiana Recipe. Very Yummy!)

As a little girl, I used to go out on a Sunday morning. To be absolutely honest, unlike most little girls, I didn't very often go to church, on a Sunday, in fact, at some point I stopped going altogether. Instead, I would play in the gardens outside the church, with my friends.

We would buy sweets and gelato al limone (lemon sorbet) from the man with the ice cream cart. It was so hot, the ice would melt and you had to race the sun, to make sure you got to the iced delight before the sun did. I can still taste the cornet, drenched in lemony juices, and I feel the hot sun, I hear my friends singing and laughing, and I smell the resin, oozing out of the pine tree trunks.

It was a happy time. I just wish I had known it then, but I was just happy to be there and hear the swallows in the sky and the sound of the Church bells telling me it was time to go home.
It was a happy home, ours. My father was a sweet man, very quiet, with the loveliest smile and a lot of stories to tell. I loved him so much and I will never, ever forget the pride with which he looked at me, and the sweet little things he did for me. "It's my birthday today. Look, I shaved, I am all smooth. Do I get a kiss?" he said once.

Well, my mother, on the contrary, wasn't one for kisses and hugs. She was practical, beautiful woman, always looked lovely and, unlike my father, who was blond, she had jet black hair and the loveliest of white smiles!
Should anybody be reading this, they would never believe this was an introduction to my Parmigiana Autentica recipe. How does a Parmigiana recipe fit into my prelude? Well, every Sunday morning, from the time when I was a very little girl, my mother and I had a Parmigiana making ritual.

It was Parmigiana di Melanzane (Aubergine/eggplant Parmigiana) in Winter, and the lighter Summer version, where zucchine (courgettes) were used, instead. I recently discovered you can make Parmigiana using artichokes! I will try that!
My mum was the best cook ever! On a Sunday she would make a delicious meat sauce (ragu` di carne) ... a large amount of it. Some of the sauce, she used for the Parmigiana, and most of it we would have on pasta. 

I helped, standing on a chair first, and then on my own two feet, on the floor, as I grew taller.  I could make Parmigiana by the time I was six. And... she would even let me have a go at making the Ragu` sauce. True!
Anyway... I made Parmigiana, today. I like to make a very light tomato, onion and basil sauce, for my Parmigiana. I think it's lighter than a meat sauce and compliments the flavour of the aubergine.

Parmigiana is a kind of vegetable lasagna, where layers of aubergine, dipped in flour, then beaten egg and then fried in oil, are layered, just how you would layer lasagna, with sauce, mozzarella and parmesan cheese. The whole thing is then baked and served in wedges, with salad and crusty bread. It's so yummy!

This is what any Italian would call a traditional, real Parmigiana as people in Italy would make. It also tastes good if you include mortadella or ham, as an ingredient, in each layer. I LOVE mortadella!

La Parmigiana di Donna Rosa
(Authentic Italian Parmigiana.)

For the sauce:
A few glugs of olive oil
1 onion, chopped
750 mls passata
fresh basil
salt
pepper
 Grated Parmesan cheese
(as much as you like!)

Next, for the aubergines

2 aubergines (eggplant) sliced lenghtways,(1/2 cm thick) skin on 
plain flour
salt pepper
4 eggs, beaten
more Parmesan
a small bunch of chopped parsley
salt and pepper to taste
oil, for frying
3 fresh Italian mozzarelle



In a pan, heat the olive oil. When piping hot, add your onion, chopped. When the onion turns golden, add your passata, cook for about 20-25 minutes, with a lid on, medium to low heat. Add a lot of fresh basil, salt, pepper, and a sprinkling of Parmesan cheese. Easy!
Next, put the flour, salt and pepper in a bag, followed by the aubergine slices, shake until the slices are coated, then, two slices at a time, dip in the egg ( which you would have previously placed into a bowl, beaten and flavoured with Parmesan, salt, pepper and chopped parsley.) as aubergine now need to be coated in egg.



In a frying pan, heat some oil and when really hot, fry the coated aubergine slices until golden, place onto kitchen paper (this will absorb most of the oil) and carry on until every slice is cooked.
Next, place a small amount of the tomato sauce in a baking dish, then form your firsts layer of aubergines, mozzarella, Parmesan, salt and pepper and some basil. More sauce over the top of this and carry on making layers until you have used all the ingredients. You should finish with a layer of tomato sauce and a generous sprinkling of grated Parmesan. 



Cook in a hot oven (220C/420F/gas7) until bubbling and golden ( it's quite likely to look a little burnt in places, but that's how it's meant to look!)



This is how you make authentic Italian Parmigiana and it truly is DELICIOUS! Just like my Mamma used to make!

Thursday, 10 March 2011

LA DOLCE VITA

Is it just the title of a Fellini movie, or is is a concept which describes the essence of italianity?

I remember a time, when I was about seventeen (it felt so grown up, being seventeen!) My friends and I would drive to yet another small town, this time right on the seafront. We would walk into the sea, find a rock big enough for all of us, a small island, almost, and we would all sit there... just  us, a guitar, the moon and the stars.

(Young people sitting outside a BAR in Italy)

The Italian sky was so full of stars, on a Summer's night. They danced with the Moon and the Planets, holding hands. Someone would play a tune and we would all sing, our shoes off, feet in the water, still warm, even at night. The rocks were prickly, but we didn't mind... we would lie down and count the stars... millions... billions of stars making sweet music and reminding us we were part of the universe. The seaweed would taste good and sweet in our mouths. We didn't need anything else. WE WERE HAPPY!

The music and the songs would travel in the air, mingling with the sweet smell of the olive trees. We were happy to be there and lucky to be not just surrounded by, but part of, what was and still is a Land blessed with much beauty!

The sound of Guantanamera would mingle with that of popular Italian songs and we were happy... happy and alive. WE would sing loud, as life was good and generous and sweet... The Sweet Life! La Dolce Vita! Swimming in the sea, at night, under the Moon was so sweet, and scary!

How right was the MAGNIFICENT film director Federico Fellini to name his movie "La Dolce Vita", "The Sweet Life" as life in Italy was and still is, sweet, very sweet and beautiful. How could life not be wonderful in a Country where you are surrounded by so much beauty, art, music, architecture, love and passion?

When I'm in Rome, I like to walk to the Trevi Fountain  (featured in the Fellini movie) with my husband.


(A charming old Roman street. LOVE IT!)

 I like to wear my black Costa dress, reminiscent of the one Anita Ekberg wore in the famous Trevi Fountain scene... bit silly, I know, but one of life's rituals to me! We walk down the little streets of beautiful old Rome, finally reaching the fountain we love so much.

(Trevi Fountain, Rome, in all its glory)

We buy an ice cream (I wish it could be Champagne, sometimes, as being in Rome is always something to celebrate!) and stand there, in awe of the magnificent Bernini masterpiece. But what we love the most, apart from the sculptures and the majestic fountain is... the sound of the water.

It's just fantastic! It makes you want to shout:  "Marcello, come here!" And I quote Anita Ekberg in the famous movie, though I am very Happy to be with my husband and I wouldn't want to swap him for Marcello, really. Poor, gorgeous Marcello Mastroianni, sunglasses and all is in the land of beyond,anyway. But still with us, in a way... a big way, mind you!


 "La Dolce Vita" is and will always be there. The sentence summarizes what it means to be Italian. And Italian we are...  and we will stay. No matter what some ugly politician full of bad intentions might be trying to do to the Bel Paese where I was born.

There's beauty everywhere you look


Wednesday, 9 March 2011

OLD ITALY (Scenes from the countryside)

Last Summer I was in Alberobello, a town outside the city of Bari, in Puglia. I love the place and its unique architecture: the ice cream shaped houses are ancient and inspiring. It was a very hot August day and, as I had done so many times in the past, I was walking up and down wide steps. On either side, rows of Trulli (local historic houses.)


Suddenly, armed with my camera and my inquisitive, nosey,( it has to be said) nature, I followed my instinct and ventured, by myself, away from the crowd. The sun was so hot I almost felt drunk. The beauty of this place always made me feel dizzy! It was a good feeling: hot and dizzy... Tinkerbell had worked her magic, once again! The fairy dust still worked its magic!


With amazement, I found myself in a sheltered corner, in the company of old wine barrels, a cart, big wooden wheels and sacks full of... something. A black and white cat run away, up some steps, as I stopped to look at the scene in front of my eyes. This was too beautiful. It couldn't just happen to be there, by chance. Everything looked as if it had been carefully designed and arranged by an artist and I couldn't believe how lucky I had been to have found a truly spellbinding corner, within an extremely beautiful town.








In the crevices between steps grew some spiky Aloe Vera... how could it survive without soil, nor food? But it was alive and beautiful, and it even bore juicy berries!


Even the ancient stone walls were alive with moss and lichen. The stones had been arranged with so much expertise and balance, I just wanted to stand there, in amazement and take it all in. Is it possible to find so much beauty in a little corner? In Italy, it certainly is!



Tuesday, 8 March 2011

Green and Hot Penne ( Pasta quills with tuna and courgettes)


It was meant to be a blog mainly about the food of Italy. Instead, it's turning out to be a box of Turkish Delight. When I open it, out comes the smell of rose water and, when I pick up a sweet, I can't help licking my fingers and tasting magic fairy dust... Scented icing sugar melts in my mouth and a window suddenly opens... this time onto a delicious plate of pasta!
This recipe is one I kind of "created," I like to think, though, really,It is a variation on a family favourite, which uses mozzarella, and Pecorino cheese, instead of Cheddar. I find that Cheddar makes this dish really creamy and more interesting. In Italy, I make this recipe using a cheese they call "formaggio filante" which is ideal, as it is a cross between mozzarella and Cheddar.

The fresh, deliciously mild courgette becomes "sexy", when mingled with the heat of the chilli and the black pepper and the fragrance of the tuna and the garlic. The final sprinkling of cheese really is a "Gran Finale" complete with red chilli fireworks!

(Serves 4)
6-8 Tbsp Extra Vergin Olive Oil
3 Garlic cloves (finely chopped)
2 Courgettes (zucchine) grated
1 Large can of tuna in brine (or olive oil, if preferred... this has a much better flavour!)
1 Fresh red chilli pepper, finely sliced
Grated Parmesan or Pecorino Cheese, or even Cheddar, to taste (Cheddar makes the dish much creamier-I think)
Freshly milled black pepper
Small bunch of fresh flat leaved parsley
Salt
400 Grams Penne (Pasta Quills)
Before you start making the sauce, fill a large pan with water, for your pasta. It will come to boiling point while you make the sauce.
In another pan or a wok, heat the olive oil. When really hot, add the garlic, and half of the thinly sliced chilli pepper.

 Stir and watch for a couple of minutes, until the garlic turns a lovely golden colour. Drain the tuna,pour into the oil and chilli mixture together with the grated courgettes. Keep the heat quite high, as this helps the flavours mingle and develop.
By now your kitchen should be filled with the fiery and at the same time delicate fragrance of garlic, chillies and tuna waltzing together. Delicious!
Cook for a further 5 minutes, as you don't want to reduce your zucchine (that is courgette in Italian!) to a puree. Make sure they stay a beautiful shade of green, and almost translucent, like jade. Taste, add salt and some black pepper and set aside (off the heat, of course.)
By now the water should be boiling, in the other pan. Add your pasta and some sea salt, stir and leave to cook until "Al dente", firm, shiny and still golden in colour. Do not overcook pasta. There's nothing as unpalatable as "pasta scotta" (overcooked pasta.)
There are three things most Italians would not eat: Brussels sprouts, boiled carrots and overcooked pasta! True!
Now, let's finish off the dish. When your pasta is cooked, drain it, then pour into the pan where the sauce was made. Reserve a small amount of the cooking liquid. Mix all the ingredients with TLC, add the cheese (as much as you like) the rest of the finely sliced chillies, lots of black pepper and it's ready.
Should the end product be too dry, add some of the cooking liquid you reserved, garnish with freshly chopped garlic and parsley, and serve with another sprinkling of cheese. Fantastic!



Friday, 4 March 2011

Through the Oleander

The world sleeps, at three o'clock. It's been a hot day, the world is still. As I walk through the oleander I gather wild rosemary, fennel and mint. A sense of nostalgia pervades my senses, as I remember a little girl who loved smelling the sweet scent of oleander as she walked down an avenue by the sea promenade.

The heat of the afternoon is generous and good. It brings with it the sweetness of honey and peaches. The mind feasts on a carousel of scents, colours and sounds...


And I hear voices, I see colours, lots of colours and finally, I reach the sea. An ocean of fishing boats greet me, as I make my way through my dreams and my mind. I hear voices and the sound of the crabs, hiding under the rocks. Crabs sing a mute love song, at night, while the fish hide amongst the seaweed.

As I carry on walking, I come to a house... a little white house covered in ivy and pink, a chair and a doorway. It feels good here... and safe... a heaven tucked away somewhere in the mind. It's a resting place,
a sweet, quiet peaceful place. I will sit here, in the afternoon sun. I will close my eyes and carry on dreaming...







Wednesday, 2 March 2011

More Favourite things!


Yes! Friggitelli, or friarelli as they care called in Cilento, in the Campania region of Italy, I absolutely adore! Fresh, firm friggitelli, tiny little green peppers, emeralds of the vegetable world, just fried in hot olive until almost burnt. Add chopped plum or cherry tomatoes, love and basil, fresh from the garden (bet you didn't know love was a vegetable!) and inhale... WOW! Has to be the simplest, most delicious dish on Earth! Who needs Foie Gras, eh? Look at the fresh basil from my garden. If I close my eyes (I close my eyes a lot!) I can smell the freshly watered leaves at night, in the shadow of my oldest olive tree. Just beautiful!

Next... possibly joint first, lovely, fresh, delicious, squeky fresh vegetables. WOW! Look at the colour of the chillies, the garlic and the bietole (Swiss chard, or leaf beet, which is fantastic cooked with pasta and topped with a simple, but gorgeous sauce made with garlic, olive oil and plum tomatoes and plenty of freshly grated pecorino cheese.) My idea of Heaven and look, the colours of the Italian flag! (RESTIAMO UNITI!)


I was brought up by a mostly vegetarian mother who would feed us nothing but the freshest vegetables and fish. I still remember how excited I was when she returned from  her shopping expeditions! Out of her bags would materialize the freshest, shiniest vegetables and fruit (we had seasons then, and I'm not ancient! And everything was and still is, in my part of Italy, organic and local.) You would never believe how much time I spend in supermarkets and greengrocers just looking at vegetables and thinking of ways of using them in my Mediterranean cooking!