All posts tagged: pasta

Sundays are for Pasta Making

Some ravioli (or more specifically, agnolotti as they call them up here in Piemonte) stuffed with potato and herbs from the garden. No meat. Too hot for that. Way too hot. I’m in the home stretch. Two days left of Master’s classes before I head out into the big wide world to continue my training as a gastronome on my own terms. This weekend, a few of my classmates and I discovered some places in this region that have been under our noses the whole time but impossible to get to without a car. If only Zipcar were here… (PS that would never happen, the paperwork would take decades.) On Sunday morning we partook in a pasta making workshop with the lovely Alessandra Buglioni di Monale, a guest chef at the UNISG Canteen a few weeks ago and a soul sister of Good Food Awards Founder Sarah Weiner in terms of her demeanor and body language. Alessandra walked us through the egg to flour to water ratios in three kinds of pasta: tagliatelle (more specifically, tajarin as they …

A Study Trip Down South: Calabria

Flashback to Morocco with this serious appetizer set up at Il Vecchio Castagno (The Old Chestnut). I think I should describe what this is starting clockwise on my plate. So. Zucchini. Pickled cauliflower. Couldn’t get enough of that. Provola cheese stuffed with cured meat. Pork literally shaved off the rib at the table. Pickled pear. Olives. Ricotta in a cute lil’ basket. This week I went on my first study trip–a marathon of eating pasta, meeting artisan food producers and Slow Food representatives, taking notes/ photos and eating more pasta in the region of Calabria. My new favorite things are ricotta and chestnuts. And pasta made with sauces involving nuts. The order of our meals typically followed this pattern: 1. Appetizer. Cured meats, cheese, you know. 2. Pasta course #1 3. Pasta course #2 Interlude. The Italians go outside and smoke. The children are restless. 4. Meat course #1 5. Meat course #2 Interlude. More smoking. Bathroom breaks. 6. Dessert 7. Liqueur 8. Espresso After 24 crazy students plus two “tutors” in charge of corralling the madness touched down …

Home for the Holidays

The yearly “I really didn’t use a filter on this” Lake Tahoe photo. (Really, cross my heart.) So I made the journey home from Italy back to California/Nevada for three weeks of holiday break. But the funniest thing is that I can’t seem to shake Italia! Or perhaps not shake, that sounds rather violent, but I seem to be more like casually bumping into reminders of my gastronomic adventures thus far. Take, for example, this. How is this even possible?! After managing to successfully avoid buying one of the darn things despite their prominence in every single last store window in Bra throughout December, here they are at Whole Foods. I laughed out loud and proceeded to fill up my basket with hummus and almond butter and Siggi’s yogurt and other things I yearned to be reunited with stateside. There is no photo evidence of this encounter but I promise it’s true. At the annual Harris family Christmas Eve dinner at Lone Eagle Grille, I spotted bagna cauda on the menu, AKA the fishy garlicky …