I can’t really explain the timing of this journey. Some students who travel abroad would say that it seemed like ages since they last slept in their beds at home, some would say it has not been long enough and they don’t want to touch American soil anytime soon. As for me, I am having…
My mom was telling me about this pasta some time before going to Italy and I could never remember the name of it. She told me that upon meeting my fathers extended family in Pontremoli, Tuscany she tried this flat doughy pasta coated in pesto and parmesan cheese. I kept imagining this dense, round dumpling-…
This weekend my cousin Marta from Italy messaged me letting me know she and her grandmother were making ravioli in Pontremoli. They were celebrating the Epiphany otherwise known as Three Kings Day! It makes me feel warm inside knowing that my family in Italy thought to reach out and share this news of gathering to…
CULATELLO There’s an eerie feeling walking into a salumi dungeon. The smell of ammonium almost suffocating as the mold spores from the exterior soil wraps the culatello (think of it like terroir). They hang from the ceiling and taper down on chains waiting to be plucked for service. It’s a raw sight but one that’s…