Italian

Cacio e pepe cheese coins may be the dreamiest aperitivo snack ever

By Leslie Brenner

Tender and buttery as shortbread cookies, but savory, cheesy and rolled in cracked pepper, these “cheese coins” are the brainchild of Nancy Silverton. I found the recipe in her new cookbook, The Cookie That Changed My Life and More Than 100 Other Classic Cakes, Muffins and Pies That Will Change Yours.

Technically, the coins are probably cookies, and yes, I do feel the recipe has changed my life. Meaningfully. Aperitivo hour will never be the same — especially if it involves white wine.

They’re not hard to make if you don’t mind grating cheese; you’ll need Pecorino Romano, Parmigiano-Reggiano and white cheddar. Pulse flour in the food processor with cold butter, along with quick-to-make confit garlic cloves and garlic oil. Add the cheeses and crème fraîche, smoosh with your hands and a dough comes together. Roll into a log, chill, brush with garlic oil, roll in cracked pepper, slice and bake.

What could be more rewarding? Who needs spaghetti?

The recipe makes two logs. The cookbook says they each make a dozen coins, but in fact each makes two dozen. For me that meant one for slicing and baking right away, and another for stowing in the freezer. Just the thing for a rainy or snowy day.

Aperitivo lovers, you’re in for a treat.


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Cookbooks We Love: Katie Parla treats us to 'Food of the Italian Islands'

By Leslie Brenner

Food of the Italian Islands, by Katie Parla, Parla Publishing, 2023, $35

Who doesn’t dream of traveling to a sun-drenched, sea-splashed island in Italy? Now we can treat ourselves to a vicarious experience, jam-packed with its fabulous flavors — thanks to Katie Parla’s new Food of the Italian Islands: Recipes from the Sunbaked Beaches, Coastal Villages, and Rolling Hillsides of Sicily, Sardinia, and Beyond.

Backgrounder

Parla is a Rome-based, New Jersey-raised, ridiculously well educated force of nature — master of everything Italian in food, travel and now publishing (she founded her own publishing house last year). Food of the Italian Islands is her second solo cookbook; her first, published in 2019, was Food of the Italian South. Prior to that she co-authored a gaggle of Italo-centric titles, including Tasting Rome (2016, with Kristina Gill), and American Sfoglino (Evan Funke’s 2019 pasta manifesto). On her own, she’s author of a number of guidebooks (Eating and Drinking in Rome, National Geographic Walking Rome). Food of the Italian Islands is the first title published by Parla Publishing. Going to be in Rome? You can book an eating tour with her through her website — where you can also order a signed copy of her new book. Or should I say “newish” — it was published in March.

Why we love it

Exuberant and fun, its (not-glossy) pages are filled with images of messy-and-delicious-looking food, island life and lots of Parla. Parla wolfing down a sandwich (hands full, mouth full). Colorful produce on the back of a truck. Parla, sunburned nose as red as her short glossy nails, digging into a grilled horse (!) steak with chile and oregano. Sweater-vested nonna serving Parla a spatula-ful of something gooey. Beaming fishmonger in a plastic apron cutting tuna on newspapers. The vibe is the opposite of romanticized: It’s loud, vibrant and bold, like the flavors. You can definitely make food that looks (and tastes) like this.

In fact, the recipes are pretty loose-limbed. They’re the kind of recipes you might make once as written, and then use them as rough guides and just eyeball amounts, doing what feels right.

It’s a great read, too; you learn so much. About the knife-making tradition of Sardinia. How capers are grown and harvested on Pantelleria (the smallest are most prized) — and the fact that the brined leaves are now a thing, one not necessarily appreciated by the locals but apparently delicious. (Yep, there’s a recipe.) How to order a spleen sandwich in Palermo. How and why to make your own rosolio — Sicilian-style infused spirit, a traditional wedding gift.

And about pesto culture. Forget about Genoa — did you know that Sicily is the “pesto capital” of Italy?

Love this pesto — with pistachio and mint

Pesto, Parla reminds us, is any sauce made by mashing ingredients together in a mortar or food processor, usually some kind of herbs, nuts, cheese and olive oil. Tomatoes are added to pestos in Trapani, Pantelleria and Linosa. She provides recipes for all of those — and this one, with pistachios, mint and basil, that has become a “modern classic” in Sicily. It’s wonderful.

Serve it with this salad

On Panatelleria and the Aeolian Islands (just off Sicily), a salad like this — with tomatoes, potatoes, capers, olives, red onions and oregano — is served as a side dish with or after a main course. Simple, zingy and fun, it would be perfect with the pistachio pesto. Or add fabulous canned tuna like ventresca, suggests Parla, and call it a main course.

RECIPE: Insalata Pantesca

So, lots of fish and seafood recipes?

Not as many as you’d think. Because historically islanders were vulnerable to attack and invasion from the sea, they ate more land-based foods, such as pork, lamb, rabbit, goat and beef; preserved fish, such as anchovies, conserved tuna or bottarga (cured mullet or tuna roe); and lots of seasonal vegetables. Not so much poultry — it didn’t become common on the islands until the mid-20th-century.

I definitely want to try Parla’s recipe for Ischia’s famous braised rabbit. Thumbprint Pasta with Tiny Meatballs and Pecorino sounds great, too. I’ll probably skip the Grilled Horse Steak with Chile and Oregano.

Cauliflower steak, on the other hand . . .

I’m all in — this was so good — with lemon, anchovies, bread crumbs, grated cheese and mint. Meaty, sumptuous and umamiful, it’s a fantastic main course. (Parla’s recipe goes rather heavy on the olive oil; second time I made it, I cut it back from 8 tablespoons to 5 and enjoyed it even more.)

You’ve gotta try this

The island of Capri (pronounced CAH-pree, not ca-PREE, as Parla reminds us) is known for its chocolate-and-almond-meal flourless cake. There on the island, they come decorated with powdered sugar shapes representing the faraglione rock formations off its coast, and lettering that says “Caprese” — made using a stencil sold locally. Parla says to go ahead and just dust it all over with powdered sugar. Instead, I ran with the stencil idea, cutting up a parchment round, snowflake-style, laying it over the finished cake and dusting the sugar over that. It worked!

RECIPE: Torta Caprese

Just one small suggestion

It seems odd in the 21st century not to include metric measurements, especially as these are recipes from a country that uses the metric system — and doesn’t everyone use weights for baked goods and homemade pasta anymore? If Parla ever produces a revised edition, I hope she’d consider doing that. Till then, I’ve got you covered — our adaptations of these terrific recipes include both English and metric measurements.


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'Via Carota' is Cooks Without Borders’ Cookbook of the Year

By Leslie Brenner

Via Carota: A Celebration of Seasonal Cooking from the Beloved Greenwich Village Restaurant, by Jody Williams and Rita Sodi with Anna Kovel, photographs by Gently & Hyers, Alfred A. Knopf, $40.

For those of us who love to devour new cookbooks, it has been a truly outstanding year. Exciting titles published this fall include Masa, Budmo! and Kolkata, and we have reviews of many more exceptional volumes planned for the coming weeks.

Now, after poring through dozens of titles over the course of the year and cooking from loads of them, a clear favorite has emerged: Via Carota: A Celebration of Seasonal Cooking from the Beloved Greenwich Village Restaurant.

If you’re not familiar with Via Carota, it’s the New York City restaurant Jody Miller and Rita Sodi opened in 2014 — the one the New Yorker called, four years later, “New York’s most perfect restaurant.” People who don’t live in New York, or who don’t follow such things but love to cook, might know Via Carota by its famous green salad — you know, the one The New York Times Magazine called “The Best Green Salad in the World.”

Yep, there’s just something magical and irresistible about the place, its food and its vibe — hence the generous side order of superlatives.

Yet Via Carota is anything but snazzy or flashy; in other words, not the type of place that would seem to inspire hyperbole. It’s laid-back, casual and quietly delicious — self-assured in its seasonal, produce-driven, understated way.

We’ll need to wait till spring to try the first recipe in ‘Via Carota’: Bacelli e Pecorino.

That appealing aesthetic is expressed brilliantly in Miller and Sodi’s book (the partners are co-chefs and co-owners). Flip through its pages and it is impossible not to get drawn in by its lovely images and glorious-sounding dishes. They’re beautifully photographed (by Gentl & Hyers), but as much as anything, it’s their simplicity and harmony that make it all so enticing.

It’s all right there in the first recipe: Baccelli e Pecorino — Young Favas, Radishes, and Fresh Pecorino. The lead-off for the “Spring” chapter, it’s an effortless toss of sliced spring onions, fresh favas, basil, mint, radish slices and crumbled pecorino Romano, dressed with lemon juice and olive oil. Think you don’t need a recipe for that? Maybe you don’t. But Williams and Sodi’s attention to detail and proportions are what make these simple dishes great, so I’ll follow it to the letter the first time I make it, come spring.

The book has a way of making you slow down and take pleasure in the process of creating beautiful, delicious food. Sodi grew up near Florence, in Barberino di Mugello, and Williams learned to cook working at a celebrated cafe in Emilia-Romagna. They met in the West Village, where Sodi had her restaurant I Sodi, and Williams had a French place, Buvette; they loved spending time together at Sodi’s home in a restored 17th-century stone villa on Via del Carota. They both were so busy running their respective New York restaurants (and Williams had just opened a second Buvette, in Paris) that they had less time to spend in Italy, Sodi sold the villa, and they leased a space on Grove Street to open something together, not knowing what it would be.

“We did not know what to expect of our collaboration,” writes Sodi in the introduction. “We had no name or specific plans — we only had our time in Italy. We knew we wanted to recreate our experience there, the place we loved most with the food we relished most. If we were lucky, it could be a place full of life where people would feel welcome and nourished.”

Of course it became Via Carota. And of course the famous Insalata Verde — which nearly every table orders — is in the book, along with advice about “taking good care of your leaves,” and permission to eat the salad with your hands.

Via Carota’s pages are jammed with enticing recipes. Stracci — big, floppy squares of handmade pasta dressed in a Pesto di Fave (fava pesto). Garlic Scapes with Lima Beans. Braised Lamb Shoulder with Lemon Zest, green olives and capers. Lasagna Cacio e Pepe. Smashed Figs with Sesame and Honey, which also has a little aged balsamic vinegar. Here’s all there is to that one: “Slice the figs in half or tear them with your hands. Arrange them on plates and smash the interiors lightly with a fork. Drizzle with honey and balsamic vinegar. Lightly toast the sesame seeds in a dry skillet over medium heat, shaking the pan until they’re aromatic, about 2 minutes. Sprinkle the seeds over the figs.” How inspiring is that?

After plastering the book with Post-its marking my need-to-makes, I dove in and made one just right for the current season: Insalata di Cavoletti — Brussels Sprouts Salad with Walnuts and Apples.

Williams and Sodi have you massage the Brussels sprouts leaves with Via Carota Vinagrette (secret ingredient: water). Then add apple matchsticks, toasted walnuts, crumbled aged cheese and orange zest, and toss again. Let the salad “settle” for 10 minutes (how nice to have one that doesn’t have to get right to the table!), then top with more apple matchsticks and pomegranate seeds. Sure, it’s a bit time-consuming removing the leaves from the Brussels Sprouts, but the salad is so good, I’ll do it again a hundred times.

RECIPE: Via Carota Insalata di Cavoletti (Brussels Sprouts Salad)

Laced throughout Via Carota are interesting side notes about ingredients, scenes from the authors’ Italian days and nuggets of kitchen wisdom. For instance, I never quite know how to handle spring onions (not scallions, but the ones with the enlarged white bulbs). Williams and Sodi have you soak slices of them in water for a minute or two, to take away their edge — same thing they do with minced shallot, in their vinaigrette. (Water is an important ingredient at Via Carota — a couple teaspoons of it balance the vinaigrette.) A quick two-paragraph footnote offers a career’s-worth of actionable info about the joys of pecorino cheese, followed by the best thing I’ve ever read about how to choose, cook and peel favas. Later, we’re advised to collect Pecorino Romano or parmigiano rinds and make stock with them — which we can use to make a peppery besciamella (bechamel) with the flavors of cacio e pepe.

This book will make just about anyone a better cook; it’s the opposite of the kind of chef books that blithely assume we home cooks have access to 9,000 special ingredients and a walk-in full of advance preps.

Heartwarming in Cold Weather

Lenticchie con Cavolo Nero — Braised Lentils and Kale — is about as demanding as it gets in that regard. It calls for either black Umbrian or French green lentils, Tuscan kale (also known as lacinato or dinosaur kale) and either pancetta or guanciale, plus onion, carrot, garlic and sage. It’s a breeze to put together, and soul-satisfying this time of year. It’s in the “Autumn” chapter, but I’ll be making it all through the winter. I just bought a hunk of pancetta, sliced it and froze it; I always keep lentils and aromatics on hand, so kale will be the only necessary purchase whenever I want to simmer up a pot.

Naturally I had to try one of the handmade pastas in the book, so I went for a shape I’d never made: pici, which are hand-rolled thick spaghetti. Made from semolina and 00 flour, with no eggs, pici are traditional in the Tuscan province of Siena, where they’re commonly served with ragù of duck or boar, or with mushrooms.

The pasta dough came together easily, and Williams and Sodi’s instructions for rolling them with your fingers and palms into long, uneven snakes (like Play-Doh!) were simple to follow. In fact I was surprised at how easy they were to achieve, and it didn’t take as long as I’d expected. Making them was delightfully contemplative. It invited taking pleasure in the process; it would also be a lot of fun to do with kids of just about any age.

And they were insanely good, with fabulous texture. Delicious with the extremely rich duck ragù.

Pici — Hand-Rolled Thick Spaghetti — ready to be cooked. They’re meant to be imperfect.

RECIPE: Via Carota Pici all’Anatra (Hand-Rolled Spaghetti with Duck Ragù)

A few wee glitches

Wonderful as it is — and I highly recommend buying a copy not just for yourself, but for every Italophile cook on your holiday list — the perfect restaurant’s cookbook isn’t perfect. There was too much ragù, for instance, for the 14 ounces of pici the pasta recipe yields. (We adjusted, so our adapted recipe makes more pasta — perfect for the amount of sauce.) And a recipe for a gorgeous Crosta di Mandorle — Almond Tart — has you roll out a 10-inch circle of dough that is not large enough to go up the 1-inch sides of the 9-inch tart pan it calls for. I rolled it out as thin as I could, but it fell apart, and I wound up pressing it into the pan, without a millimeter to spare. I baked it till the almonds were golden-brown, as instructed, but the filling wasn’t quite cooked through — which I didn’t learn till I served it.

But the wee glitches were far outnumber by the wild successes — like this Torta al Cioccolata, which might well be the best flourless chocolate cake I’ve ever made. It’s puffed when it comes out of the oven, and then it collapses (it’s supposed to), and the top forms a kind of crackly crust that contrasts wonderfully with the soft interior.

RECIPE: Torta al Cioccolata

For people who love to spend time playing with gorgeous produce, communing with pasta dough or meditatively simmering, Via Carota is a true gift — one that’s sure to inspire endless pleasurable time in kitchen and at table. As my grandma — who taught me to bake and to love literature — used to tell me, I envy you the pleasure of reading it for the first time.

We’re excited to dub it Cooks Without Borders’ first-ever Cookbook of the Year.

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For a luscious frozen treat this weekend, make Gianduja-Stracciatella (hazelnut-chocolate) Gelato

Gianduja-Stracciatella (Hazelnut-Chocolate Chip) Gelato, adapted from a recipe in ‘The Perfect Scoop,’ by David Leibovitz

By Leslie Brenner

Given the unwanted Covid-19 pounds I’m still carrying around (dieting soon, promise!), I have no business making ice cream like it’s going out of style. But recently when I made a batch of fresh Bing Cherry Ice Cream and put it in my ice cream maker, the ancient yet trusty machine chose that moment to die.

I bought a new ice cream maker — a bigger, better version of my beloved Cuisinart machine that had been with me for something like 15 years. (I’ll write about that soon.)

The maker worked perfectly for the cherry ice cream, but then I suddenly had to know whether it also made perfect gelato, as it has a dedicated gelato setting. Although gelato is simply the Italian word for “ice cream,” as David Lebovitz points out in my favorite ice cream book, The Perfect Scoop, it is “usually less sweet than traditional ice cream, and it is very thick and somewhat sticky.” He goes on to explain that its “distinctively dense texture” is the result of very little air being whipped into it.

Lebovitz’s recipe for Gianduja Gelato jumped out at me, as I love classic gelato flavors, and you can’t get much more classic than giandiuja. Pronounced jahn-doo-yah, the Piedmontese hazelnut-chocolate confection (which is sometimes spelled gianduia) is the sweet that inspired Nutella — but it’s a hundred times better, with much purer flavors.

Although traditionally gianduja is made with dark chocolate (along with ground hazelnuts), Lebovitz’s recipe calls for milk chocolate. It sounded wonderful, but I wondered whether the four ounces of milk chocolate would make the gelato as chocolately I hoped it would be.

Gianduja-Straciatella (Hazelnut-Chocolate) Gelato in a waffle cone, set in a cup. The gelato was prepared from a recipe by David Lebovitz in ‘The Perfect Scoop.’

Then I noticed that the photo in the book showed Gianduja Gelato with an upgrade: stracciatella, or chocolate chips. Made by pouring melted dark chocolate into the gelato just as it’s finishing its churning routine, stracciatella may be one of the most important inventions every to come out of Italy — easily as significant as the radio, the Julian calendar, or confetti. “The flow of chocolate immediately hardens into streaks, which get shredded (stracciato) into ‘chips’ as the ice cream as stirred,” Lebovitz explains.

Yes! I had to have stracciatelli in my hazelnut gelato. And man, oh, man, is it awesome.

I’ve been parsimoniously rationing the gelato, allowing my husband Thierry as much as he’d like, but myself just very small scoop every couple of days. Not much help for my waistline, of course, but it is definitely making our heat wave here in Dallas a wee bit more delightful. In fact, it’s one of the best desserts to come out of my kitchen in a long while.

We have achieved optimum Bolognese, and (are you sitting down?) we grant you permission to put it on top of spaghetti

Spaghetti dressed with ragù Bolognese: According to CarloMaria Ciampoli (who is from Abruzzo, not Emilia-Romagna), the pairing is perfectly acceptable.

By Leslie Brenner

Last year, achieving optimum ragù Bolognese became a way of life in our household. Recently I chronicled what I learned — and the recipe that resulted — for the Washington Post.

But holy Bolognese: There is so much more to say!

Starting with what kind of pasta is appropriate for Emilia-Romagna’s signature ragù.

If you know a little about ragù Bolognese, you know that in Bologna, the nonna of all sauces is spooned exclusively onto lovingly rolled-out fresh tagliatelle made with egg yolks, or layered into lasagne made with fresh spinach noodles. And that’s it. No other pasta is an acceptable host for the sauce. Putting ragù Bolognese on spaghetti could get you kicked clear to Napoli.

In 2016, however, Bologna’s cultural guardians (not just in Emilia-Romagna, but also from London to New York City to Sydney) were treated to an explosive revelation: A Bolognese marketing executive, Piero Valdiserra, asserted historical precedent for eating ragù Bolognese with spaghetti

Spaghetti! As in the “spag bol” knowing experts in Anglophone food media delighted in deriding as not Italian.

And yet here it was: An actual Italian — one from Bologna, no less — was portraying spag bol as absolutely Italian.

Tagliatelle (store-bought, dried) dressed with ragù Bolognese. It was fine. Dried spaghetti tastes more honest; hand-made fresh tagliatelle is obviously much better, if you can manage it or get your hands on it.

Tagliatelle (store-bought, dried) dressed with ragù Bolognese. It was fine. Dried spaghetti tastes more honest; hand-made fresh tagliatelle is obviously much better, if you can manage it or get your hands on it.

“As far as I am concerned,” the Guardian quoted Valdiserra as saying, “I remember myself, my friends, my relative and families [sic], consuming spaghetti al ragù forever, so it is not only a matter of documents, but also family history.” He went on to suggest that the tagliatelle-only idea — cemented in restaurants, because fresh pasta cooks more quickly than dried — was elitist, because only wealthier people could afford freshly-made egg pasta. 

Unless this was a sham — some kind of carbo-loaded fake news — our collective guilty lazy pleasure was vindicated.

I needed to know more. I consulted with my friend (and partner in The Communal Table Talks) CarloMaria Ciampoli, a serious food-loving native of Abruzzo, Italy, living in Boulder, Colorado. Carlo scoffed at the idea that Italians don’t eat ragù Bolognese on spaghetti. Outside of Bologna, he assured me, people all over Italy eat ragù Bolognese with whatever kind of pasta they like. Fresh tagliatelle made with eggs is the first choice, say for a Sunday lunch, but after that, almost anything goes.

“If you want a luxurious experience,” says Carlo, “you go buy the fresh tagliatelle that morning. But if you have ragù during the week, you use whatever dried pasta you have at home — long spaghetti or short mezze maniche, or rigatoni.” 

Long spaghetti! Rigatoni! This was too good to be true! Because generally speaking, I do not have the wherewithal to make fresh pasta on top of a proper ragù Bolognese, especially on a Tuesday night. If I could run around the corner and pick up some freshly made egg pasta, as you can in Italy, I certainly would.

But to hear CarloMaria tell it — and his native Abruzzo is a dried-pasta hot spot — most Italians are just not that dogmatic. Delicious ragù is a sauce, not a religion, and the pasta police will not round you up on a Wednesday or Thursday for Bolognese infractions.

But what about in Bologna itself? Was the author Valdiserra correct in his pasta portrayal? Are the ragù lovers of Bologna less doctrinaire than they’ve been made out to be?

At my request, Carlo checked in with a friend in Bologna. The gentleman, as it turns out, vehemently disagreed with Valdiserra. In its city of origin, he said, only tagliatelle would be served with ragù. Even at home.  

“Unless,” said CarloMaria’s friend, for there had to be an exception, ”the last two things in your pantry are spaghetti and ragù.”

Still. You are not Bolognese. (Unless you happen to be Bolognese.) And so, if you want to behave ragù-wise, like an Italian, you hereby have Carlo’s permission to enjoy your Bolognese with dried pasta.

Carlo does recommend using the best dried pasta you can get your hands on. He favors Cav. Giuseppe Coco, an artisanal, bronze-die-extruded pasta from, yep, Abruzzo.

You might do something like this. You might make ragù Bolognese on a Saturday afternoon and stow it in the fridge till next day, when you’ll make some magnificent hand-made tagliatelle — or you’ll pick up some maybe not-so-magnificent, but after all perfectly acceptable tagliatelle at your local Eataly, if you happen to have one in your town. Or maybe you’re lucky enough to live near an excellent Italian deli or other shop that sells really good fresh pasta, and you can get fabulous fresh tagliatelle (finer and eggier than what I found at Eataly). Reheat that ragù, stirring the fat back in (or removing some of it if you need to for health reasons), and eat it with your wonderful fresh pasta for Sunday lunch or dinner.

Unless you have a big crew to feed, you’ll find yourself leftover ragù. You could freeze it, and it is wonderful to have it later, though it definitely loses something in the process. Just hang onto it a couple days, and you can have it with dried pasta on Tuesday or Wednesday: with spaghetti or rigatoni. Or fusilli, penne, or bucatini! Whatever shape you like.

Just don’t tell Carlo’s friend.

RECIPE: Ultimate Ragù Bolognese

Coming soon: Tasting notes and cooking notes on ragù Bolognese recipes from Marcella Hazan, Lidia Bastianich, Evan Funke, Domenica Marchetti and Thomas McNaughton.

This Rapini, Cannellini and Italian Sausage Melt is our new favorite easy, one-pan weeknight dinner

Our recipe for a cannellini, rapini and Italian sausage melt is gluten-free and incredibly cravable.

Our recipe for a cannellini, rapini and Italian sausage melt is gluten-free and incredibly cravable.

By Leslie Brenner

When you come right down to it, we’re all looking for the same elusive thing: Weeknight dinners that are quick and easy to make, delicious and satisfying. And if they can also be craveable, gluten-free and made in just one pan, so much the more fabulous.

An Italian-flavored Rapini, Cannellini and Italian Sausage Melt I recently concocted fits that bill — and then some.

I spent most of my adult life whipping up, at least once a week, pasta with Italian sausage and broccoli rape (aka rapini, aka broccoli rabe). It has long been my favorite easy comfort dinner. Though the dish is traditionally made with orecchiete as the pasta shape, I always used penne — smooth ones, not penne rigate. I just enjoy them more than those flat little ear-shapes.

No need for a recipe to achieve that old standard: Just blanch a bunch of rapini (saving the vitamin-filled water to cook the pasta in), brown a pound of Italian sausage, add the rapini, cook the pasta (saving a little cooking water), add pasta to rapini and sausage, along with a little pasta cooking water, cook briefly, add grated parm, a shake of Aleppo pepper and serve. To me it’s one of the most simply perfect dishes in the world. Garlic is a welcome but not entirely necessary enhancement.

But at some point I seriously cut back on refined-flour products (along with sugar), and so the dish changed for us from once-a-week favorite to once-in-a-while special treat.

Then came The Great Confinement, and with it, the feeling that under the circumstances, we should be able to eat whatever we want. The pasta dish appeared on our table with increasing frequency, the longer the pandemic stretched out. I made it with whole wheat pasta a few times, but it tasted punitive.

Beans, I thought. Beans and greens: Such a dreamy combo. Why not swap the pasta for cannellini beans — from a can, so it’s quick and easy? With the Italian sausage, of course. And Parm stirred in at the end.

It was good, but it wasn’t craveable. It wanted some spicy zing, and something melty on top.

Next time, I stirred in some harissa — North African chile paste kissed with caraway seed — and a bit of fresh rosemary. And then, after stirring in the Parm, I topped it with slices of fresh mozzarella. Not too much; I wasn’t looking for decadence, just irresistible, creamy deliciousness. Under the broiler it went, till it was bubbly and browning.

Eureka!!!

Treat yourself tonight, and let me know what you think.

Italian ham & eggs team up (with cheese!) in a delightfully indulgent winter salad

Escarole salad with crispy prosciutto, eggs and Parmesan

We love salads starring winter greens, like endives, chicory or escarole — especially when they’re zhuzzhed up with snazzy and rich co-stars.

One of our all-time favorites is this escarole salad chock full of crispy prosciutto, six-minute eggs and shaved Parmesan.

Cooking the eggs for six minutes results in yolks that are still custardy, but not runny — perfect for mingling with the ham and cheese. The bright acid of lemon juice in the dressing balances all that richness, lemon zest adds beautiful citrus flavor, and a touch of anchovy brings extra umami depth.

Use your best olive oil with this one, and don’t skimp on the freshly ground black pepper. If you don’t find beautiful escarole, chicory (curly or otherwise), frisée or endives make good substitutes. If you threw in a little raddichio, that could be lovely, too.

It makes a royal lunch on its own; with a nice bowl of soup, it’s the perfect winter dinner.

Pickle-y, spicy giardiniera is the perfect prelude to pasta, pizza and other carb-loaded indulgences

Three French canning jars filled with giardiniera, the lightly spicy Italian vegetable snack. The jars are sitting in a windowsill.

Everyone knows that if you precede something fattening with something purely vegetable, fat-free, gluten-free and crunchy, the fattening thing you eat after that doesn’t count.

Taquería carrots before chicken enchiladas, rice and beans? A zero-calorie equation.

OK, maybe in our dreams.

Still, I’m always looking for something light and refreshing to nibble before an extravagant plate of pappardelle with ragù bolognese, rich and creamy mac-and-cheese or a pizza.

Jars of giardiniera

Since I was a kid, I always loved giardiniera — the crunchy, tangy, lightly spicy pickled vegetable condiment that would make cameo appearances in neighborhood Italian restaurants, where small dishes of it would appear on red-and-white checked tableclothes as we waited for our spaghetti and meatballs or pepperoni pizza. That was my favorite way of eating cauliflower back then, and we loved the crunchy corrugated-cut carrots and celery.

In any case, I’ve been on the lookout for jars of good giardiniera at my local Italian grocery lately, and haven’t been delighted by what I’ve found. That’s why I was excited to see a recipe for it in Alex Guarnaschelli’s new book, Cook With Me.

In fact, I’ve now made five recipes from the book, and the giardinera is by far my favorite.

It starts by soaking cut-up vegetables and garlic overnight in salt water, so you need to plan that for the day before you want to start serving it. Then you simmer up a batch of brine — white wine vinegar combined with salt and spices — let it cool slightly and pour it over the soaked-and-drained vegetables.

Vegetables for giardiniera mixed with pickling brine

Vegetables for giardiniera mixed with pickling brine

A couple hours later, you have giardiniera.

Guarnaschelli’s original recipe made about 6 pints, which is great if you either give most of it away or sterilize jars for long-term storage.

I like to keep things simple, so I halved her recipe. No need to sterilize; the recipe makes 3 pint-sized jars of pickled veg. For us, that’s perfect for keeping two and giving one away.

And then I’ll make it again very soon — maybe upping the serrano chile or chile flakes a bit, or adding some pepperoncini and bay leaf to the mix.

Till then, you’ll find me happily crunching away.

RECIPE: Alex Guarnaschelli’s Giardiniera

Quarantine special: Marcella Hazan's ragù bolognese meets luscious handmade pappardelle

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Last year, when L.A.’s handmade pasta genius Evan Funke published his cookbook American Sfloglino: A Master Class in Handmade Pasta, I couldn’t wait to get my hands on it. His then two-year-old Venice pappardelle palace, Felix, had pasta-loving Angelinos swooning. Chef Funke was getting big-time buzz with the book, whose forthright hashtag, #fuckyourpastamachine, said everything you needed to know about its handmade approach.

The book has since been nominated for a James Beard Award for its gorgeous photography, by Eric Wolfinger — whose beautiful how-to shots are at once sensuous and highly instructive; the pics of Funke’s finished plates are almost painfully attractive.

Wylie had just moved in with us post-college to start a job search, and when the book arrived in the mail, we devoured it together. If ever there was a book to appeal to the current Gen-Z zeal for extreme DIY immersion, this was it.

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We knew immediately what we had to do. We had to attempt the book’s two holy grails: sfloglia all’uovo (egg dough, for pasta) and ragù della Vecchia Scuola, the old-school meat sauce bolognese that, once you have procured all the ingredients and equipment, is a seven- or eight-hour project.

We blocked off not just a Saturday, but the whole weekend. For the ragù — which Funke learned at La Vecchia Scuola Bolognese in Italy (which is also where he learned to make pasta) — we had to purchase a meat grinder. (We bought an inexpensive cast-iron manual, hand-crank number.) I already had a food mill, suggested to make the passata di pomodoro (tomato sauce) that is another ingredient in the ragù. So a half-hour plus for that before you can even start the ragù. 

The ragù recipe calls for grinding together beef chuck, pork shoulder, pancetta, prosciutto and mortadella — nearly four pounds in total. Plus five ounces of strutto, which is pork fat. It yields two and a half more quarts of sauce than you need for the recipe, which is a good thing, as the recipe is so time consuming. 

Gathering the ingredients was its own adventure, and then the grinding, etc., followed by five to seven hours of cooking time. We had a grand time in the kitchen, Wylie and I.

The sauce was outrageously good, profoundly delicious. The transformation — after hours and hours and hours of simmering — was so striking, its depth extraordinary. At some point, it seemed like it all just melted together. It wasn’t ready, and then it was. Patience was an important ingredient.

It was also so rich that when we looked at what was left over in the fridge the next day, we were shocked by the white of all that strutto. Incredible that we had ingested that much fat. No wonder it was so good. Round two, the leftover ragù with dried pasta, was also profoundly delicious, but frankly, I wonder how long it’ll be before I’m moved to devote another weekend to making that sauce again.

As the ragù simmered that Sunday we made the pasta. I’ve owned a pasta machine — the old-fashioned, hand-cranked Atlas-type — since I was 19, and used it regularly for years, so the prospect of making dough and rolling and cutting pasta was not daunting. I’ve long understood that the dough requires a half-hour or 45-minute rest before rolling so the glutens relax, in order to get tender noodles. 

With Funke, the only equipment requirements are a rolling pin, a knife and a scale; a bench scraper and a spray bottle of water are handy. You also need a very large board for rolling out the dough into an immense, round sfoglia. 

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Once you dive in, there is a lot of kneading and shaping and several hours of resting, and quite a lot of super-precise rotating and rolling of dough — whose desired thickness Funke measures in the thickness of a stack of Post-It notes (9 Post-It notes for pappardelle, 4 for tagliatelle). And then curing, which is more resting, and then cutting. We probably should have attempted pappardelle first, but we wanted to make Tagliatelle al Ragù della Vecchia Scuola, the book’s flagship recipe. 

Pappardelle made from a simplified method inspired by American Sfloglino

Pappardelle made from a simplified method inspired by American Sfloglino

The resulting pasta, I have to say, was outstanding. Was it blows-it-away better than what I’d always made with my machine? Um, no. Better, but not that much better. If we are going to be painfully honest.

However, I really enjoyed the process. It’s just wonderful to knead the dough by hand, and roll it out into a beautiful, thin, giant round (even though it takes forever). Few cooking projects I’ve attempted have been that satisfying. So you know what? It has now become my preferred way to make pasta. I’m sure I’ll use my machine again, but only if I’m short of time. 

Too late to say long story short, but here comes the payoff. When the Covid-19 crisis first struck, and there was a run on dried pasta, I wrote a story for my local paper, The Dallas Morning News about how to make fresh pasta without a pasta machine — using a much simplified version of Funke’s method. We couldn’t tell the difference on the plate; it was wonderful. 

I wanted to offer a recipe for a ragù bolognese as well, but now was not the time for Funke’s Vecchia Scuola sauce, for many reasons — prime among them the long list of special ingredients, which were just not possible to procure. Instead I turned to the late great Marcella Hazan’s seminal 1973 The Classic Italian Cookbook, to page 127, to be precise: Meat Sauce Bolognese Style. 

Hazan’s ragù differs from Funke’s in a few ways. First, Hazan’s calls for nothing more exotic than ground lean beef; its other ingredients are staples, easily gotten. Second, one of the ingredients is milk, so it’s a different type of ragù bolognese. Third, Funke has you put the celery, carrot and onion through the meat grinder. And finally, Hazan’s requires only 3 ½ to 5 hours of simmering, compared to Funke’s 5 to 7. 

I tweaked Hazan’s just a little, for convenience and yield’s sake; notably Hazan’s called for ¾ pound of ground beef, which I upped to 1 pound, and she called for 2 cups of canned tomatoes, which is slightly more than a regular can and a lot less than a large can; I evened it out to one 14.5-ounce can for my adaptation.  

The recipe, striking in its simplicity, doesn’t look like much. But putting it together is just the kind of lazy, laid-back slow cooking that seems so soothing right now, and enveloping the tender, floppy handmade pappardelle in Hazan’s ragù — deep and soulful and tender as well — was a pure and profound pleasure. I highly recommend it.

 
 

Having friends over for dinner? Be sure to invite Mikie's fabulous marinated olives

One of the best parts of visiting my hometown, L.A., is dinner or lunch at my friend Michalene's. I've mentioned Michalene – or Mikie, as her family and a few close friends call her – in many posts. It was Mikie, for instance, who wondered, after a recipe for Chinese lacquered roast chicken changed my life, what would happen if I adapted it to duck. (Answer: more life-changingly delectable fowl play.) 

I met Mikie in 2003, when she was Food Editor at the Los Angeles Times, but I'd long been a fan. Before arriving at the Times a couple years earlier, she'd been Dining Editor at the New York Times, producing the Dining section that quickly, under her tenure, became a must-read. I hadn't realized I wanted to work at a newspaper – in fact I thought I didn't. But the minute I met Michalene, who invited me for a drink to discuss the possibility of my coming on board as her deputy editor, and she talked so excitedly about her love for cooking, and eating out, and editing and writing and putting together a food section, I knew I had to give it a go. 

Before long, we became not just co-workers, but fast friends. That meant we cooked and dined together often. It's one of the things I miss most about living in L.A.

So, dining at Mikie's. There are lots of great things about it. Hanging out with Mikie, and her partner Dan (who happens to be an amazing cook, too, and an awesome bread baker). They have an spectacular view of the ocean, over their rows of vineyards, from their house in the Malibu hills, so dinner's often on the patio. They are warm, generous, thoughtful and altogether brilliant hosts. 

 

I always secretly hope, as I drive up Pacific Coast Highway toward their place in Corral Canyon, that Mikie will have made her fabulous marinated olives: They're just so much better than any other olives anywhere, perfumed with orange and herbs, and spiced just so – a dreamy pre-main-event nibble.

A couple weeks ago, with friends coming to a dinner with a Spanish theme, I thought, as I tried to figure out the tapas y pinxtos, hey – why don't I make Mikie's olives? I texted her, asking for the recipe, and she told me it's from Mark Bittman's How to Cook Everything. – just tweaked a little. She adds orange zest, she tole me, and fennel seed. And she uses more vinegar than Bittman does, and less olive oil. Oh, and her technique is slightly different.

In other words, Mikie has made the olives her own. Honestly, I think it's the orange zest and fennel that knock them out of the park. 

How good are they? Well, I spent all day cooking to prepare for that dinner. I made bandilleros – all kinds of pickly and cured treats, prettily skwered. And some really nice tapas – piquillo peppers filled with brandade. And grilled asparagus with Serrano ham. And seafood paella. (OK, I blew the paella, if truth be told. Overcooked it terribly. Don't tell anyone.) Want to know what got the most applause? Mikie's olives. 

They take all of about five minutes to put together: It's just assorted olives (I like to use Castelvetranos, Picholines, Niçoises, Cerignolas and anything else that looks great – with pits), plus a few smashed garlic cloves, bay leaves, thyme branches, red pepper flakes, fennel seeds, orange zest, olive oil and red wine vinegar. Combine it all, and let it sit on the counter all afternoon – or even just an hour. Give it a toss with a spoon every now and then. That's it. 

Here's the recipe:

I will be eager to hear whether you love them as much as I do.

 

Easy pan-roasted seafood antipasto turns a simple pasta dinner into a special event

A funny thing happened on the way to my okonomiyaki.

You know, okonomiyaki – the Osaka-style seafood pancake that homesick Japanese transplants in America go wild for. It's sort of become a cult thing, maybe because it's crowned with katsuobushi – bonito flakes – which wave mysteriously around, making the thing look as though it's alive.

I'm working on a recipe for okonomiyaki; I promise.  You can see a video of my last attempt (it's close! nearly there!) on my Cooks Without Borders Instagram feed. In fact, I'd bought all the ingredients to make it a few days ago – squid, shrimp, scallops and more, thinking I'd nail it that evening.

"Oh, man," said Thierry. "Okonomiyaki again?!" Yeah, yeah, I'd already made it twice in just a couple weeks, but the third time's the charm, right? Recipe development can be a process of trial and error, and this one – which diverges from traditional ones – has proven to be tricky. 

But I'm nothing if not flexible, so I did a quick pivot – Japan to Italy. I knew there was a bottle of crisp white wine in the fridge, along with some parsley, and baby arugula. We have a giant rosemary bush out back. A warm seafood antipasto, I was thinking – that would be lovely with an arugula salad. It would be nice to eat light.

I turned to an old favorite cookbook for inspiration: Evan Kleiman's Cucina del Mare: Fish and Seafood Italian Style. Kleinman is a wonderful chef who for many years had a beloved restaurant in Los Angeles called Angeli that delighted Italian food lovers for decades. When I moved to Dallas in 2009 as a then-incognito restaurant critic, a commenter on one of the local food blogs tried to out me by posting my photo online. Ha! The photo wasn't me, it was Evan Kleinman. That cracked me up. Nice try, amici miei

The recipe I found was for pan-roasted squid, calamari arrosto. Kleiman gave the squid a toss with olive oil, fresh rosemary, garlic, salt and pepper, popped it in the oven, roasted it for 25 minutes, then gave it a squeeze of lemon and a parsley garnish. Nice! 

The seafood, tossed with olive oil, rosemary, garlic, cherry tomatoes, salt and pepper, is ready to go into the oven.

The seafood, tossed with olive oil, rosemary, garlic, cherry tomatoes, salt and pepper, is ready to go into the oven.

 

I used the same method with the shrimp, squid and scallops, tossing in some halved cherry tomatoes. It worked beautifully. And so easy. 

We poured glasses of crisp white wine, and I tossed an arugula salad. We sat down to a perfect, light, simple dinner, which incidentally would also make a lovely lunch.

In spite of its simplicity, the dish's taste is pretty snazzy. I'm always looking for an easy and delicious antipasto to jazz up a pasta dinner, and this certainly fits the bill.

Want the recipe? It's yours.

Serve it with good, crusty bread to sop up the delicious juices. 

 

 

Craving pasta? This soul-stirring lamb bolognese takes it to another level

I know what you're thinking: A massive platter of pasta smothered in some kind of luscious sauce would make everyone feel really good this weekend.

Sure, you can always simmer up a dependable beef bolognese, but maybe you want to branch out, take your ragu game up a notch. This sumptuous lamb bolognese is the answer.  

Start thinking now of your favorite people: That's who you'll want to make this for. Nibbles to start, then salad, then the massive plate of pasta. Red wine. The sauce's simmer may be long and slow, but this the easiest kind dinner to execute. Zero stress involved. And the flavor payoff is huge.

This is what your friends will see when they walk in and find you cooking.

This is what your friends will see when they walk in and find you cooking.

It's the kind of thing you want to make on a lazy weekend, when you want the kitchen to fill with dreamy aromas. Once you've put it together, you leave it to bubble quietly why you catch up on your reading. Or eat bonbons. Or paint your toenails. Or bake bread. OK, maybe baking bread doesn't count as lazy, but fresh-baked bread (or any good crusty loaf) would be just thing thing to sop up all that wonderful sauce. Or maybe this is the moment to make your first homemade pasta. 

But you don't have to: This bolognese is splendid on the fettuccine or pappardelle from a box, too. You can make the sauce a day or two ahead of serving, or put it on the table as soon as it's done. 

Lamb Shanks, with the meat cut off the bones

It all starts with lamb shanks, a relatively inexpensive cut. If you've ever made them, you know what happens to them in a long, slow braise: They become incredibly tender to the point of falling off the bone. That's the idea here, but you keep braising past that point, until the meat completely falls apart, melding gorgeously with the rest of the ingredients – wine, tomatoes, broth, aromatic vegetables, dried mushrooms. 

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In order to easily brown the meat a bit before the braise starts, I cut it mostly off the bones, into large chunks. But what follows is not a major browning operation: just give the chunks a spin in a pan of shimmery hot olive oil rather than searing them hard. The idea is to get some of that nice caramelized flavor but keep the softness of the meat. It's quick and painless and you don't wind up spattering your kitchen with oil. Toss the bones in the pan, too, for added flavor, and since there's still plenty of meat clinging to them. No need to be careful when you cut the chunks.

After the meat is browned and set aside, next comes the soffritto: You know, that aromatic trio of carrots, onion and celery. Cook them with a little pancetta in a splash of olive oil till they're soft, toss in a few lightly smashed garlic cloves and you're nearly there (work-wise, anyway). 

Next you deglaze the pan with red wine – just about any old kind will do. (Not familiar with deglazing? It's a fancy word for adding wine and scraping up the browned bits sticking to the pan and sending them into the sauce.) Add broth, a can of tomatoes, bay leaves and rosemary, a handful of dried porcini mushrooms and a lemon peel. 

That's it. Leave it to simmer – and simmer and simmer – until your kitchen smells wonderful and all that meat relaxes into deliciousness with all those supporting flavors. 

 

So, what do you think? Is this the day you're going to make fresh pasta? It's probably easier than you think.  Here's the technique and recipe:

Or not. Either way. But if you're buying the pasta, considering splurging on the one that looks the best and most artisanal. Not sure? See if you can see the texture through the package: You don't want it to look too slick; go for one with some texture. Rustichella d'Abruzzo is a great Italian import you can sometimes find in really good supermarkets. 

Now let's go check on the sauce.

Wow, look – it's nearly done! Hey – did you think about wine? This would be the moment to open that great-looking Barolo your uncle gave you for your birthday. In fact, pretty much anything Italian would be fabulous with it, especially if it starts with a B: Barbaresco, Brunello (yeah, yeah, I know – they're expensive). Barbera! Bingo. Or Chianti, or Rosso di Montalcino, or just about anything, really. This is not a moment to be fussy.

Are you wondering what would make a great starter? How about an escarole salad with crispy prosciutto, egg and parm?

I just happen to have the recipe for you . . . 

OK. Time to eat. Aren't you excited? I know I am. Drop that pasta in the boiling water. Cook it till it's al dente. If your pasta's fresh, that'll just be three minutes or so. Pull it out of the water and drop it into that wonderful sauce. Give it a stir, let it simmer in there for a minute or three. 

Now onto the giant platter it goes. Don't forget the big chunk of Parmigiano-Reggiano to pass with a grater at the table. 

Oh, I almost forgot: Here's the recipe:

Now start rounding up those friends. And try to save me a bite.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Steal this salad! Escarole, crispy prosciutto, 6-minute egg, shaved parm and lemon add up to a spectacular starter

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

You're bored with Caesar. Fed up with the wedge. Finished with chopped. But where, or where, is the simple yet stunning salad of your dreams?

If you don't have it, steal it.

That's what I did. 

The escarole salad I stole, back in December, at Sprezza.

The escarole salad I stole, back in December, at Sprezza.

One night back in December, Thierry and I were having dinner at Sprezza, chef Julian Barsotti's Roman restaurant in Dallas. Thierry first saw it on the menu: an escarole salad with egg and prosciutto. "We're having that," he said. He doesn't usually make such definitive pronouncements when I'm dining for work, but there it was. He had to have it. 

I would have ordered it any case (wouldn't you?).  It was pretty simple, just the bitter winter greens dressed in a lemony dressing, with crisped prosciutto, shaved Parmesan and a halved five-minute egg. (At least it looked like five minutes; it had one of those perfect, just-set, almost gelatinous bright golden yolks.)

Crisped prosciutto, just out of the oven

Crisped prosciutto, just out of the oven

The salad was as wonderful as it sounded and probably looks. The touch of lemon was exactly right with that salty ham. I knew it had to be mine. I would go home and recreate it. Steal it. For you. And for me.

With just one tweak: When I ate it, I wanted some of the egg in every bite, so I had to cut up that halved egg and toss it in a bit. I'd address that in my steal.

The first time I made the stolen salad, I was sort of stymied: couldn't find escarole at the two supermarkets I tried. With friends coming for dinner, I punted, and used Belgian endives. 

As I slid a baking sheet of prosciutto slices into to the oven, I thought about the dressing. Shouldn't be too hard to figure out. I'd keep it simple. Basically just lemon juice and good olive oil. Probably no added salt because of the salty prosciutto and the cheese. The bitter edge of the greens would be balanced by the richness of the egg.

I was getting hungry thinking about it, so nibbled on one of the prosciutto crisps. You can do that too: No one will know.

For the egg, I was a minute off. To achieve a perfect yolk, bring the eggs to a boil in cold water, remove the pan from heat, cover it and let the eggs sit in the hot water for six minutes. Drain and run cold water on the to stop the cooking. Perfect.

The salad came together beautifully, even with the endives. Frisée would work too. Or a combination of the two.

Next time I found escarole, and the salad was everything I hoped it would be; it was exactly the right starter for a pasta dinner with close friends. My pal Georges, a former chef who is even more critical than I, flipped for it. 

My new favorite winter salad is ideal for entertaining, as you can cook the eggs, crisp the prosciutto and wash and dry the escarole ahead of time. Just before you sit down, make the simple dressing, throw the greens in a bowl, add the eggs, toss it all together, then garnish with the prosciutto and shaved parm. 

Here's the recipe:

Who says crime doesn't pay?

 

 

 

 

Luscious pappardelle with duck and porcini ragù can happen in your very own kitchen

Pappardelle with duck and porcini ragù

There they were, on a shelf in my fridge: six duck legs.

What to do with them? I could roast them, I thought. 

But I wanted something luscious. Saucy and luscious. I wanted a braise. 

A ragù! I could make a rich, delicious duck ragù to dress big, fat, toothsome homemade pappardelle noodles. Once it got to simmering, I could make fresh pasta, working slowly and lazily as the kitchen filled with magnificent aromas. 

I hadn't made fresh pasta in years. Maybe more than a decade. But now, suddenly, I had to have it. Oh, to feel the dough gliding through the rollers of the pasta machine, then later to bite into springy, lively noodles – bathed in that luscious ragù I'd already conjured in my brain's delicious-dream center.

No turning back now. 

What did I need? What did I have? Red wine, check. Onion and carrot, check. Fresh thyme, check. Can of diced tomato, box of chicken broth, check. I even had some dried porcini, which would be perfect with the duck, rounding out and deepening the flavor. Flour and eggs for the pasta, check. 

Looked like I was in business.

 

It might sound daunting to achieve something so impressive in your own kitchen, but the duck ragù part is actually pretty easy. If you don't feel up to making your own pasta, you can still feast deliciously on duck and porcini ragù with dried pappardelle. 

Here's how it goes. Brown the duck legs in a little olive oil, then sauté onions, diced carrot and garlic cloves. Deglaze the pan with red wine, add herbs, chicken broth, tomatoes, dried porcini and the duck legs, cover the pot partially and simmer – and simmer and simmer, low and slow. See? Nothing to it. And you're almost there.

Meanwhile, make the fresh pasta, concocted from nothing more than flour and eggs. You can make the dough in a jiff in the food processor, but lately I'm feeling low tech, so I mixed it by hand in a big bowl. (Also, my food processor blade has been recalled by Cuisinart.) It's not as difficult you might think; do it a few times, and it becomes goofy-easy. In fact, I'll reckon you can make better handmade pasta in your own kitchen than what's generally served in restaurants, where it's so often tough, or gummy.

And working with the dough – with those gorgeous aromas in the background – is supremely soothing. Even if your old-fashioned Atlas pasta machine has developed a high-pitched squeak from disuse. 

Wanna give it a whirl? Here's now to do it:

Back to our ragù, which is now smelling insanely wonderful. When the duck legs are almost falling-off-the-bone tender, pull them out, take the meat off the bones and put all that tender meat back in. Simmer the ragù a few more minutes – basically, until you can't stand for another minute not to be eating it. Even feckless teenagers, home, say for winter break from college, won't be able to stay away.

Drop your gorgeous pasta in boiling salted water. Leave it just two or three minutes – the fresh stuff cooks really quickly. Now pull it out gently with tongs, and drop it into the simmering ragù. Let it cook there another minute, so it soaks up all that incredible flavor. Turn it into a serving bowl or platter. Drop some chopped Italian parsley on top. Or not. 

Pour the red wine. Pass the parm with a grater at the table. Prepare to swoon.

Here's the recipe. Call me when you've recovered.

 

 

Blood orange panna cotta makes a dramatically divine (and surprisingly easy!) dessert

Blood oranges are the beach vacations of winter ingredients.

Huh? What? 

You know: It's cold out, and maybe gloomy. Maybe it's snowing. Maybe you have cabin fever. Maybe you're dreaming of stretching out on the sand on the Mayan Riviera under the sun, with crystal clear turquoise-colored water lapping at your toes. 

I'd love that, too. 

But instead, I'm going to reach for the next best thing: blood oranges. How lovely that something so juicy, so deliciously vibrant and summer-like comes into season in the dead of winter – and sticks around till May. 

A good part of their allure is visual. When they're whole, they look almost like regular oranges, but notice their slight rosacea blush. Slice one open, and it's gorgeous, its segments streaked in shades of crimson and and ruby red and blackberry. Now taste: They have a lovely flavor, sort of like oranges tinged with berry, or yes – cassis. 

In the United States, they're grown in California and Texas (two of the three states I have called home!). But I associate them with Rome, I think because once upon a time when I visited, I breakfasted on a hotel rooftop where they served crusty rolls with good butter – and glasses of fresh-squeezed blood orange juice. 

For cooks, blood oranges are a boon, as they're both delicious and dramatic. Count on them to elicit oohs and aaahs at the dinner table – especially if you spoon them over a delicately sweet, trembly-soft blood-orange-flavored panna cotta, Italy's famous custard-like dessert. 

Made from warmed, sweetened cream set with gelatin, panna cotta isn't a Roman dessert; it comes from Piedmont, according to The Oxford Companion to Italian Food, which also points out that it is "usually flavored with vanilla" (which I knew) "and peach brandy" (which I did not know). Often, the entry continues, it is served with fruit after it is unmolded, or with genuine balsamic vinegar. (Something to try! Though not with the supermarket stuff that passes for balsamic vinegar.) "It is increasingly popular with enthusiasts of the lighter side of Italian food," the 2007 book's entry concludes.

Indeed. Over the last decade, panna cotta has become a hugely popular restaurant dessert.

Happily, it is incredibly easy to make at home: In most versions, you bloom powdered gelatin over cold milk, then stir in cream that's been warmed just enough to dissolve sugar in it, cool the mixture, pour into custard cups, chill till they're set, then unmold just before serving. David Lebovitz, one of my favorite food bloggers, wrote recently, "if it takes you more than five minutes to put it together, you're taking too long!" He's not exaggerating.

Blood orange compote

Flavoring a classic panna cotta with blood orange juice gives it a delightful new dimension.  It's wonderful on its own, but top it with a compote of blood oranges and it becomes positively spectacular.  

A few thoughts about the panna cotta itself, before we get to the blood orange compote. Traditionally, it's made with cream, which makes a really rich and thick panna cotta. I like my panna cotta lighter – and more silky than velvety – so I swap out most of the cream for half-and-half. And I don't want it too stiff: soft and trembly is the idea, so I use the minimum amount of gelatin possible in order for it to hold its shape (more or less) after unmolding. (If you want yours to be a little stiffer, add an extra half a teaspoon of gelatin to the three teaspoons my recipe calls for.) 

Because it involves blood orange juice, my recipe is a little different from the traditional one: You sprinkle the gelatin over blood orange juice, let it sit, then heat it up and dissolve the sugar in the juice. Let it cool a little, then stir in the half-and-half, cream and either vanilla or orange liqueur. Pour it into custard cups (which you've lightly oiled) and let them set up in the fridge. 

While they're setting, you can make the compote; for this the only real work involved is cutting the oranges. If you're comfortable slicing suprèmes, go for it – they make a beautiful presentation. (That's what's shown above.) To do this, use a sharp paring knife to cut all the peel and pith off each orange, then slice between each membrane to release the segments, freeing them of all the membranes. With a little practice, it becomes very easy. (Here's a good walk-through on the technique from Serious Eats – scroll down to "Citrus Suprèmes" to find it.)

If you don't want to sweat it, just cut the peel and pith off the outside of each blood orange, slice it, then quarter the slices. It'll still be really pretty.

When you're slicing, be sure to capture all the juice that escapes –  you'll need half a cup for the compote. You might want to have an extra blood orange or two on hand just in case you don't capture enough juice. Heat that juice with some sugar, and cook it down till it's syrupy, then stir in a spoonful of Cognac or other brandy and pour it all over the orange segments. 

When you're ready to serve it, run a small, sharp knife around the edge of each custard cup, then invert it onto a plate or shallow bowl and let the panna cotta unmold. Sometimes you have to give it a little nudge with butter knife to release it. Divide the blood orange compote over the panna cottas and serve.

Alternately, if you don't want to unmold the panna cotta – either because it makes you nervous or you prefer a different look – you can serve the panna cotta in a wine glass or dessert glass and simply spoon some of the compote over it. 

I happen to think it's the perfect light dessert to follow a rich holiday dinner. Yes, like roast duck! Or a crown roast of pork, or a prime rib.  It's also a great finish to a lighter New Year's Eve dinner – maybe steamed lobsters, or other seafood. 

I know what you're thinking: Recipe, please! Here you go . . . 

Meanwhile, here's some good news: Blood oranges have a nice, long season – they're usually available into May in California and Texas. So if you happen to fall in love it this dessert – or with the blood oranges themselves (they're wonderful eat out of hand, as long as you're not wearing a white tee-shirt) – this could be the beginning of a long and beautiful friendship. 

 

 

Roasted branzino with citrus and thyme is a snap to make

A whole roasted branzino: Doesn't that sound dreamy? And how about whole branzino roasted with sliced lemons, limes, oranges and onions, and twigs of fresh thyme? What would you think if I told you this was one of the easiest fish dishes you could possibly make – and also one of the most impressive? 

You'd say "sign me up" – am I right??!! 

OK, so first, branzino. You might know it as Mediterranean sea bass, or – its French name –  loup de mer. Some people call it branzini, which is also the plural of branzino in Italian (Italian pals, please correct me if I'm wrong!).  It's a delicately flavored fin fish with soft, white flesh – and it's surprisingly easy to cook. Even if you tried to ruin this dish, you'd probably fail. And roasting is my favorite fool-proof way to cook it. 

First, go to the store. Ask the fishmonger for whole branzini. One smallish one – about three quarters of a pound – per person is ideal. Two biggish ones are just right to serve three, which is what I used to do before the kid left for college. Ask the fishmonger to scale, gut and clean them, and snip off the pectoral fins (those are the ones on the side of the fish near the gill). If they forget to, you can do that at home -- just give them a snip with your kitchen shears or scissors. Tell the fishmonger to leave the heads and tails on, as it makes a nicer presentation. Unless you're the kind of person that can't bear to see them – then off they go. Roasting them on the bone results in the best flavor, and flesh that stays super-moist, so resist the urge to have them filleted.

OK, you've got your branzini. When you're ready to roast them, give them another rinse in the sink, focusing on the cavity. Pat them dry. 

If you're a confident cook, you don't even need a recipe for this; it's that simple.  Drizzle a little olive oil in a glass baking dish or other roasting pan. Scatter some sliced onion on the oil, then lay the fish over the onion. Season the fish inside and out with salt and pepper, tuck some fresh thyme and a few thin slices of citrus (lemon, lime and orange or any combination) inside their cavities, scatter more thyme, onion and citrus slices over them, drizzle with a little more olive oil, and roast in a 400 degree oven for about 35 minutes. 

Transfer them to a serving platter and fillet them at the table. You can be totally casual about it (as we do for family dinners), or – if you're serving them to guests (a double recipe makes a great dinner party for four) – you can fillet each, transfer to a plate, sprinkle with a few flakes of Maldon salt and freshly ground black pepper and offer a bottle of your best, fresh, fruity olive oil to drizzle over that lovely white flesh. 

What to serve with it? Some simple blanched-then-sautéed rapini or green beans, sautéed zucchini or spinach. Or start dinner with a simple arugula salad with shaved parm and good balsamic vinaigrette and follow with the fish, maybe with some roasted potatoes. 

OK. I'm making myself hungry. Do try this and let us know how it goes!