Pumpkin Ravioli – Ravioli con la Zucca Dentro e Fuori

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Out of the frying pan into my stomach.
Skip the plate!

This is the beginning of the most exciting part of my living in Italy.  Learning how to cook not like an Italian American but like a Pontelandolfese.  Today, I am sitting next to the gorgeous, multi-lingual, brilliant Annarita Mancini and she is going to unearth the secret of the incredible ravioli con zucca. We decided that this is not a cook book blog but a “watch your nonna” and “listen to your nonna” blog.  Everything is a pinch of this and a handful of that. So just leap into the conversation and add your nonna’s touches too.  Sit back, think foodie thoughts and follow along.

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Annarita really did shoot me dirty looks!

For you lovers of language we will post the first recipe but not a recipe  in Italian ably written by Annarita and then in English poorly written by me.

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Look in the back of the cupboard – every italian American has one of these tucked away!

Facilissimo preparare i ravioli!  Un uovo per 100 grammi di farina…io e mamma abbiamo dovuto usare 9 uova!!!  (That means she fed a ton of people and added more flour too.)  ok…unire le uova, la farina e un pò di olio, mescolare fino a rendere l’impasto omogeneo. (“The flour is asking you for more eggs” says Carmela – “that is how you know how much.”  How funky granola woo-woo is this!  I love it!  It is more about look, touch – or as Carmela says “your relationship with the food)   Sorry for interrupting – what kind of look are you shooting me – I said I was sorry.

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Boil baby boil. I’m hungry.

Creare delle sfoglie usando la macchinetta per la pasta.  Le lasciamo riposare cospargendole con un pò di farina…nel frattempo prepariamo la zucca per il ripieno dei ravioli…cuocere la zucca con olio,aglio e sale, quando é cotta unire le noci tritate, lo speck a pezzetti e una manciata di formaggio grattuggiato. Con l’aiuto del “miracoloso” attrezzo per preparare i ravioli il gioco é fatto.  Mettiamo una prima sfoglia di pasta sull’attrezzo,poi aggiungiamo un pó di ripieno negli appositi spazi,copriamo con una seconda sfoglia, passiamo il matterello sulle sfoglie e i ravioli sono pronti. Passiamo alla cottura…cuocere i ravioli in acqua bollente per meno di 5 minuti.  (Come dice mamma:” il tempo che salgono!”)

  See she is doing it again – she just knows when it is done!  OK, OK – back to Annarita – Per condirli abbiamo usato gli stessi ingredienti del ripieno: zucca, noci, speck e formaggio…basta farli saltare in padella per 2 minuti e il risultato sará delizioso!!!!

According to Annarita making ravioli is easy!  She forgot to tell you that Zia Giuseppina first had to go to the chicken coop and get the eggs.  OK, now that we have eggs and flour here we go.  They use one egg for about 100 grammi of flour – that is about 4 ounces.  You have to go by touch here.  Not too liquid and not to dry. If it needs more flour – add some.  So for twelve people they used nine eggs and about two pounds of flour – Did we really eat all those ravioli???

Blend the eggs and flour together until you have a nice smooth ball of dough.  Then break it into handfull sizes, flatten it and send it through the pasta machine.  After you made the sheets of dough, set them on the counter on a little flour and let them rest.

Meanwhile, you got some strong dude to cut into the fresh pumpkin and peel it – go find a cute guy at the local caffé.  Slice the pumpkin into tiny thin slices.  Put some great olive oil in a frying pan with garlic and let that start to cook.  Add the pumpkin and saute all together.  Add salt to taste.  (Anyone have another word besides “add”?) When the pumpkin is cooked add thinly sliced walnuts, grated parmesan and speck.(Unlike other prosciutti, speck is deboned before curing and made in northern Italy.)

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Anybody sell Tupperware? I want one of these.

Place a sheet of pasta on the – I could not believe this- TUPPERWARE ravioli form.  Poke the dough into the form and put about a spoon full of filling in each cavity.  Cover with a second sheet of pasta and pass a rolling pin over it.  The ravioli form has ridges that will cut the pieces into the perfect shape.  Flip the form over and – shazaam – you have ravioli.  Now, you all know how to toss ravioli into boiling salted water and cook it until it floats to the top.

What you didn’t know was the segreto – secret – use the same filling for the “condimento” – non sauce.  They fried up extra pumpkin, garlic and speck.  Then tossed in the nuts and some grated parmesan – which is made from local cheese  and the cooked ravioli and served it up with fresh parsley – add extra parmesan to taste.  There you have it – “to die for” ravioli.

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Buon Compleanno a Me!

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” It’s my birthday, I can eat the real whipped cream icing before anyone dare get near this cake!
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Zia Giuseppina regales me with tales of yore. She speaks the village dialect so understanding everything is a challenge but great fun.

Happy Birthday to Me!  The family rallied to create the perfect birthday party for me.  What made it perfect?  Great food!  Great conversation – that I only understood 40% of! Great tales of yesterday.  Great hopes for tomorrow.

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Primo Piatto – Annarita and Carmela’s “to die for” ravioli. Recipe will be up soon – think fresh, natural and yummy.

Primo piatto was ravioli that was so “sono buoni” that I want to take Annarita and Carmela back to the United States with me to just feed me the ravioli.  I’m going to create a special section to post Carmela’s recipes – they are all a touch of this and a toss of tantalizing!

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Lamb cooked in just a wee bit of the hard stuff – mouth waters thinking about it.

Secondo Piatto?  Why it could be nothing less than my absolute favorite meat – roasted lamb.  Jack absolutely hates lamb but tasted Carmela’s and asked for seconds.  She added a secret ingredient – booze!

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Carmela sautéed some “from the market onions” in olive oil from husband Mario’s trees, tossed in some salt and a little water. The fave disappeared in minutes.

Yes, we had a vegetable too.  Right now fava beans are in season and incredibly plentiful at the market.  But who needs to go to the market – so many people grow fava beans that they give away baskets full.  Think tons of zucchini in the summer finding its way from your neighbors garden to your back porch. I must admit, I never had fresh fava beans before – only dried.  Since Zia Vittoria gives me a basket every few days, I too have been experimenting with how to cook them.  (I made a fantastic batch the other day with apple, cinnamon, onions, red pepper and – well I don’t remember – I just threw in what ever was handy.)

Diets be damned.  How can anyone say no to a vanilla cake with layers of real whipped cream, nuts, chocolate and bits of heaven.  My family in the states is full of artistic types and it never ceases to amaze me to discover that our family in Italy has the same artistic characteristics.  As Zia Giuseppina is constantly saying to me – “we are of the same blood.”

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This New York Bakery worthy cake was created by Rossella and Giusy – under Carmela’s watchful eye of course! (Rats – I had to share.)
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Quanti anni hai! Non lo so – there are too many years to remember!
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I thank each and every one of you for a perfect day.

You know, today is my special day.  I am just going to eat, drink and then go to the piazza and do it again.  So long – see you domani.

La Nostra Casa

Restored Stone Italian Home
Restored Stone Italian Home

My cousin Carmella is amazing.  When I called and told her we had decided to jump into the fire and try living in Pontelandolfo, she scurried about looking for an apartment for us.  I wanted three bedrooms in the hope that I could nudge the other USA members of our extended family to hop over and visit too.  That plus my two bathroom requirement made the search more of a challenge. Carmella knows everyone in Pontelandolfo and kept asking around until she discovered the gem of all gems.  We are living in half of a completely updated and restored stone dwelling.  Three bedrooms, three bathrooms, the formal kitchen and the working kitchen, dining room and well – just look at the pictures!Driveway

We are about a 15 minute downhill walk to the Pontelandolfo piazza.  Notice I said downhill walk.  This is a mountain village perched high in the hills.  I hate to admit it but, unless I  bump into someone in the shops who would give me a lift, I usually call Jack to come and bring me back up the hill.  You can see the mountains peeking out as you pull in the driveway.  Yes we did rent a car – but I’ll save that story.

garage at houseOur landlord is an incredible landscaper and the grounds include topiary trees, olive groves, oodles of vegetable gardens, fruit trees and – well you get the picture.  Most homes don’t have the kind of landscaping that Nicola has done.  There will be pots of flowers but we seldom see lawns and shrubs.  Everyone has a subsistance garden, fruit trees and olive trees.  Food comes first!  We are lucky to be renting from a true artist.  The small building on the left has a wood burning oven.  It is where they smoke meats, sausages, bake bread and put up food for the winter.

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IMG_0374Don’t let the beauty fool you.  This is a working farm complete with chickens .  At the end of every meal we go out our back door and pitch the left overs to the chickens.  They love fresh fruit and vegetables too!

Curious about inside the house?  Or what a great place like this costs?  Well, all I’ll share is that the rent for this heavenly spot is less than you can get a studio apartment for in Hillsborough, New Jersey.  Let’s take a look inside.   Walk up to our front door – oops beware the cat may be sleeping on the chair or Zia Vittoria may have left us some fresh eggs.

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The front terrace is a great place to stare at the mountains, read a book or just – well – do nothing.

As you walk inside you are in the sitting room – note the fireplace. Sitting Room That not only provides ambiance but is also the source for the heat in the whole house.  Many folks here have heating systems that are based on hot water being heated by the wood burning fire place or pellet stove.  You have to make sure that you have a fire going if you want to take the chill off the house.  I  spent the first night here  whining about how cold I was – all those summer clothes I packed don’t keep me warm in the mountain.  All the floors are terracotta that sends the cold right up my legs.

Nicola explained the heating system the next day.  Then I stared at Jack, moaned and  really whined until he made a fire and kept it going.  Yeah, yeah, I know I should have shut up and schlepped the wood in.  Pffff – sometimes a division of labor is a wonderful thing.  These wood burning systems absolutely work.  We also have a gas fired on demand hot water system that we turn on just to take showers or wash dishes.  Everyone says that electricity and natural gas are expensive so we honor that.  I will find out just how those prices compare to what we pay in New Jersey. We don’t have to worry about running out of wood. 2013-05-10 10.50.15 The back of the house has a storage area that is chock full of wood. Much of it is harvested in the forest.  Everyone here really works hard and saves money by living off the land.

Look there is Jack reading his iPad in the dining room!  Note the interior archway.  The entire house is made of 2013-05-10 10.53.53stone with colored cement overlaid.  It will keep us incredibly cool in July but today, I am still feeling the chill.

Enough chatter.  A picture is worth a thousand words.

I’ll let them tell the rest of the story.

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On the Road to Pontelandolfo!

Car Packed    Just how much do you pack for three months in Italy?  I had it down to three washable summer dresses, three pairs of slacks, one washable dressy dress and five assorted artsy tops.  That should have fit in one carry-on.  But no!  Suddenly, I had one large suitcase, one small suitcase, one carry on suitcase and one very, very large purse.

What the heck is in all of those bags?  Presents!  Since we found our Italian family fifteen years ago, I delight in packing gifts for everyone – that includes children’s books in English. (Beginning in nursery school all students study English.)  Plus, my precious niece Alexandra Rose is graduating from the London Academy of Dramatic Arts this July and I had to lug along her graduation prizes.  OK, so that bag should come back empty.  Nah – it won’t – I’ll buy tante cose while I am in Pontelandolfo.

Shoes!  I forgot about the shoes!  I brought two pair of sandals – no make that three, black pumps, Clark quasi sneaker shoes and those funky shoes that you can walk in water with.   The carry on suitcase held a computer, iPad, Kindle, adapters, all sorts of wires, plugs and electrical things plus pads, pens, files, and books.  It weighed more than my clothes.  The big purse – well that was so stuffed I can’t remember what was in it – but no clothes.

Jack carried the Magic Jack – which  is a fabulous thing to own. You can migrate your home phone number to it and when someone calls your house in the USA it will ring anywhere in the world.  We now use it as our primary home phone and have cut our telecommunication costs considerably.  We are so glad we bought the Magic Jack and recommend it highly.   His two big bags and one carry on also contained his computer, camera, peripherals, sneakers, two pair of sandals, regular leather shoes, and who knows what else.  I didn’t pack it.

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My awesome godson, Tony, owner of Kennette Productions ( that was a blatant plug-in case you need any video or audio work done) drove us to JFK Airport.  We got there in plenty of time to toast our new adventure.  The “test” to see if a tiny mountain village is the perfect place to spend our retirement years.  We flew “Premium Economy” which means seats that you can actually sit in without your knees in your face and the opportunity to schlep two suitcases plus a carry on.  It was an interesting trip.  We got to Rome, easily made our connection to Naples, took the cute bus to the plane, got on the plane and smiled at each other.  In one scant hour we would be in Il Mezzogiorno.  Or so we thought!  For about forty-five minutes we sat on the plane.  No, they did not serve us wine and olives.  They did, however, tell us that we would be taking off as soon as the last passengers arrived.  They HELD THE PLANE for someone!  No one would tell me who the someone was – yes I did whisper the question.  But a very well dressed older gentleman sauntered on casually,  took his seat forty-five minutes after everyone else did and we were off.

IMG_0300  The Naples International Airport (Capodichino) is very manageable.  It is small enough to make the end of the journey feel like a family style beginning.  You can easily get your baggage and zap out the door.  There are buses to Naples and from there you can catch trains to most of Southern Italy’s major points of interest.  We have a great family and my cousin Rosella and her husband Pasquale picked us up and whisked us off to what would become our home for three months – Pontelandolfo, BN, Italia.