Bright green spinach pesto lightly coats a mixture of string beans, peas and pasta while Pecorino Romano and pine nuts added a richness and nuttiness.
I was longing for green: the color, the taste, the feeling.
My interest in wine developed long before I turned 21, as I’m sure is the case for many. My first experiences took place at family meals. The wine in question was never anything fancy, but it was a staple at mealtime just as much as was the bread or the cheese. When the table was set a bottle of wine was always brought out.
Champagne was saved for birthdays and special occasions, and the hard liquor was most often served as an aperitif for guests, but wine was an everyday event. I was occasionally offered a taste and secretly savored these small sips because I felt temporarily included in ritual that was reserved for the adults in my family. I eventually took part in the ritual myself as I got older, but I think my enthusiasm for wine was planted in those early mealtime memories.
A homemade chocolate gelato with a smooth, velvety and pure chocolate flavor.
Sometimes a food will haunt me, and I can do nothing except think about it, talk about it, and dream about it until I have uncovered it’s secrets.
It all began with a few innocent ingredients; chocolate, milk and sugar. I was longing for chocolate gelato; intense, luscious and rich. The thought of a melting spoonful on my tongue, and I was a lost cause, enough so to send me into mad quest to capture the beguiling qualities of this dense and creamy Italian favorite.