Shadow Dance

RavioliMy MOM is 87.
I cook often for her
Working in her kitchen preparing a meal
with an 87 year old woman moving about in a childlike way,
placing ingredients where they don’t belong,
displacing items from where I need them to be,
trying to help, but causing me to have to do the acrobatics of a whirling dervish
just to get the meal completed and on the table.

Where’s the garlic? I just had it!
Don’t throw away that pasta water. I… needed that.
Please don’t put the cheese back in the fridge, I…

But I have noticed, over time, that there are actually four of us in this tiny kitchen: (more…)

My MOM’s Pizza Pans

 

IMG_2786Italians can be very superstitious about cooking.
I make my GrandMother’s Stroufeli probably closer to what hers tasted like than anyone else in the family. When she passed on, I inherited the pot in which she made it.
My Pizza Rustica is pretty good, but it lacks that authentic touch.
My cousin once told me the difference was in the crust.
“That’s because you may have gotten Grandma’s Stroufeli Pot, but I got her Rolling Pin!”
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