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Making Ravioli: Because Italians Should Know How

June 17, 2013 by Leah Leave a Comment

So, I’m Italian.  People are never sure.  Here in the south, some are easily confused by anyone who isn’t blonde with blue-eyes, so I hear a lot of things.  Are you: Greek, Egyptian, Spanish, Mexican, Arab…?  Or my favorite, “Where are you from?”  New York.  “Yes, but where are you from?”  It’s a major pet peeve of mine.  Home on Long Island, this never happens.  I blend in with the rest of the Italian population, and if someone’s blonde, people assume it’s not natural.  When I went to Italy several years ago, my identity crisis came to an end.  I looked like EVERYONE else and it was amazing, that sense of not being out of place.  The people were so much fun, I mean, they had exuberant joy and smiled and said “Ciao, bella!” and gave us free wine and pasta.  Ah, pasta.  Which brings us to today.  Being Italian, it seems wrong to not at least try making my own pasta every now and then, and let me tell you, it has been a blast.

There is a man named Bill who I met in Italian class.  The recipe that I used for Asparagus Ravioli is his, which you can also learn how to make if you attend one of his classes.  Bill is going to Italy for the month of July to teach Americans how to cook.  That’s right, an American is going over to Italy to teach other Americans how to cook Italian food.  Following this stint of bliss in Tuscany, Bill will return to Franklin and begin teaching cooking classes to us non-Mediterranean locals under the moniker of “The Cook.” His first class will take place on August 10th at Stoney Creek Farm in Franklin, TN.  For more information on upcoming classes, you can email Bill at [email protected].

To get started I mixed some flour, semolina, and salt to make a well for some eggs which would all be blended to form the dough for the pasta.

Ok, so the well was a little shallow, but we fixed it.

Rob helped me out.  We had a blast!  It was a party with some whiskey and ginger to help things along.

 

While the dough sat in the fridge for a while getting all gluten-y, we prepared the filling, which consisted of asparagus, onion, ricotta, other Italian cheeses, and some nutmeg.

 

Tools on hand included a ravioli maker and a lovely pink Kitchenaid mixer with a pasta roller attached.   Ladies, this is why you get all the appliances before you get married.

I was terribly excited to realize that the pasta attachments for the Kitchenaid mixers are made in Italy!  I mean, why not go to the experts when creating a product?  The dough goes through the rollers to form thin sheets which serve as the top and bottom layers of the ravioli.

The filling was added to a Ziploc bag with a corner cut off for easy filling of the little cheese wells.

 

Another sheet of pasta was added to the top of the filled ravioli.  Here you can see manly Rob expertly using the pretty pink Kitchenaid.

The top layer is added and a rolling pin is used to press the dough into the mold to form the shape of the ravioli.

 

This is what we ended up with.  Don’t they look professional?!

We made a simple butter-cream sauce with the remaining asparagus spears and boiled the pasta for about 5 minutes until it was tender.

Buon appetite!  These were absolutely delicious in every way.  When we were finished Rob looked down at his plate forlornly and said, “I’m so sad that’s over.”  Me too.  Until the next pasta adventure…

 

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Nostalgic Pasta

January 12, 2013 by Leah 2 Comments

Tonight I made pasta, lemon ricotta gnocchi to be specific, and I am worn out!

I have been taking Italian for the past year and a half, getting in touch with my roots, and I love it so much.  People ask me sometimes if I can speak fluently yet, and I sort of laugh and think they must be kidding.  The grammar is so complex, my brain has been twisted like fusilli!  Class starts again on January 24th and I’m already totally stressed out about it because I have slacked a bit on the studying over the holidays.  So no, I cannot speak fluently, but I can now make my own limoncello, gnocchi, chicken piccata, and consume copious amounts of vino rosso while trying to force my brain to form a coherent sentence.  Wine, bourbon, limoncello, and all forms of alcohol marvelously loosen the tongue when learning another language!  We always have plenty on hand.

So back to the pasta!  There’s a guy in my class named Bill who is a wizard in the kitchen.  My envy of his mad skills knows no bounds.  Every time I eat Bill’s food I end up begging him for the recipe and he has graciously obliged.  So tonight, I made lemon ricotta gnocchi, and by “made,” I  mean wrestled with dough until my arms were sore.  You basically get some semolina flour, eggs, lemon zest, and ricotta.  Mix that up and make the gluten magic happen till you have a nice ball of dough that also has Parmesan and flour kneaded in.

After it gets some beauty sleep in the fridge, you take it out and begin the process of rolling and cutting the dough to form the gnocchi.  The special little touch that gives the pasta its famous ridges comes from a gnocchi board.  Yes, these exist and I bought one.  It’s basically a block of wood with ridges that has no other purpose than to make pasta look awesome and provide little channels for sauce to stick to.  These Italians, they think of everything!

I got all nostalgic tonight while I was doing this.  I remembered an episode of some cooking show I saw on PBS one night with these two little Italian women hunched together in a small kitchen making pasta.  They took a handful of flour, threw it on a countertop, made a small indentation in the flour, added the most beautifully golden eggs I’ve ever seen, and just started working it all together with their bare hands.  Somehow, they ended up with fettuccine.  I think there’s some kind of magic that exists in the Italian hills that causes the most mundane of ingredients to become the most sumptuous meals.

Since I moved into my house and now have a kitchen with space in it, I’ve been so excited to cook and learn more Italian dishes.  There’s something about making pasta that is very fundamental and makes me feel like I’m doing something generations of women have done before me.  I feel the same about baking bread.  You can buy a box of pasta for a dollar in the store, or a loaf of bread for a couple of bucks, but when you make these kitchen staples at home and realize the work and love that go into them, there is an appreciation that develops and a sense of pride that swells when they actually come out well!

The gnocchi will be frozen and cooked with a mouthwatering lemon cream sauce.  Definitely worth the sore muscles.  Until next time, arrivederci! 

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