Radicchio Spaghetti
Color me Purple.....
Bitter radicchio, slowly braised on stove top becomes a sweet sticky luxury that coats every strand of pasta like a particularly intimate kiss. Pair it with fennel and hazelnut and it is a veritable orgy. You'll even forget sex.. or, maybe this is a good substitute, for when...
What doesn't kill you..... And, Violina Red Hummus
Allora, the story of today, is about pumpkins. After Thanksgiving, pumpkins are relegated to being the second grade actors in most US homes. Beyond a bit of pumpkin pie or a soup here and there, you do not hear a whole lot about these delicious vegetables. In Italy though, I find that this is a rather revered produce!
I present to you Violina Red Hummus!!!
Blueberry Cardamom Compote
Even though the berry season is just past, they are perfect for this bridge season in the frozen form. Whether you freeze them yourself or buy them frozen from the market, frozen blueberries are perfect for making compotes as the freezing concentrates the sugars in the fruit, needing no more when making the sauce.
After the Jump..
Ever since I got here to Italy, I have been hearing about how Sardinina is a little different from Italy. Like when most of Italy like to have a sweet cookie or cake for breakfast with the cafe, Sardinians eat salty bread. Also, Reggio Emilians have a savory breakfast, of Erbazzone or Chizze and capuccinoa (more on that in another post sometime). Then, it got mentioned again when I was working with Barilla on a project about breakfast cookies. It seemed an outlier to the normal Italian way of food culture and much talked about for that!
Where are the Tomatoes?
It is really hard to not talk about tomatoes when in Italy. I thought I had discovered a mother lode in the Brooklyn farmer's market. This year, there was a variety of heirloom tomatoes that were actually affordable (Whole Foods take note!) and, tasted, OMG! Awesome!! I mean, I could not keep my hands off them.
When I came here, I picked up a ripe tomato from the market, sliced into it and ate it with a little olive oil. Then, I died and went to heaven. Or maybe hell