Sì, È Davvero Così Semplice (Yes, It’s Really That Simple)

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The first person I met who wore bright, short silk scarves tied tightly around her tan neck was Signora DiLeo. She also pulled off elegant button-down blouses with jeans and loafers flawlessly. It was back in the 80’s, when I was a teenager trying hard to navigate through the many ridiculous messages thrown my way about beauty. Aside from big hair and bigger shoulder pads, that included electric blue mascara, Sassoon jeans (worn two sizes too small), and miniskirts, the shorter the better. When I walked into my 6th period class of Italiano 1, however, and saw Signora DiLeo’s effortless elegance and class, I knew everything Seventeen Magazine was screaming at me to do was wrong.

 

Signora DiLeo’s room was in the farthest corner of the second floor of my high school’s sprawled out campus, away from the main traffic of noise: girls crying over latest heartbreaks, boys playing basketball well past break time, teachers exchanging pleasantries on their way to the copy room. We heard none of that in her hidden alcove. We were privy only to Signora DiLeo’s singsong voice as she conjugated verbs.

 

Eventually, we arrived at the verb “eat” and Signora DiLeo’s friendly hazel eyes brightened.

“Questa settimana impareremo sui cibi italiani!” She announced, her words gliding quickly and comfortably in her native tongue.

“To eat: mangiare!” She proclaimed, gesticulating with her slender hand.

 

We all understood this much Italian and even the boys in the back, the ones that were always joking around and being disruptive, suddenly grew attentive at the subject of food, which really sounds quite beautiful in Italian.

For that week we learned to conjugate the verb “to eat”:

Io                         mangio

Tu                        mangia

Lui, lei                mangia

Noi                     mangiamo

Voi                     mangiate

We learned how to order food in Italian: antipasto, primo, secondi, and of course, dolce. We learned about pasta: agnolotti , bucatini, conchiglie, and pappardelle, to name a few. When we were delirious and dumbfounded by those options, we learned about the sauces: arrabiata, bolognese, burro e salvia, fra diavolo, marinara, ragú, puttanesca.

“And then, of course, there’s pomodoro, tomato sauce,” Signora DiLeo whispered. “The best sauce. Simple.”

She raised her chin and closed her eyes for a second, falling back into a happy memory that I assumed included this sauce.

“Tomato, onion, garlic, olive oil, a pinch of salt, a pinch of sugar, and of course, time,” she told us, her eyes still closed.  “È davvero così semplice. Le cose migliori della vita sono le cose più semplici.  The best things in life are the most simple things.”

She translated the last part, for good measure. This was a lesson she didn’t want us to miss.

When Friday came around, we got a taste of Signora DiLeo’s cooking as well as her wisdom. The hallway leading to her room was enveloped in a luring scent of onions and garlic simmering in olive oil, making the whole school wish they had signed up for Italianio 1. Signora DiLeo stood in the front of the classroom, her stylish outfit covered up by a spotless white apron with the Italian flag flanked across the front and, just to hone in on the point, the proclamation, Italia!, scrawled underneath it in vibrant red. She was stirring sizzling onions over a portable burner that had magically appeared in the front of her room.

Signora DiLeo explained the steps involved on how to make the easiest of all Italian culinary treasures: salsa di pomodoro, pronouncing each ingredient carefully as she added it: olio d’oliva, cipolla, aglio, pomodoro, una presa di sale , una presa di zucchero.

When she was done, she pulled out bowls that she filled with spaghetti and ladled up pomodoro sauce for us to eat. I’m not sure where or how she made spaghetti, but I do remember the sauce. The sauce was memorable. The sauce was magic. The sauce was elegant, classy, and sophisticated, just like Signora DiLeo.

Sì, è davvero così semplice!

Salsa di Pomodoro (Tomato Sauce)

Ingredients

  • 3 tablespoons olive oil
  • ½ onion, minced
  • 2 garlic cloves, minced
  • 1 28-ounce can of tomatoes (if you find San Marzano tomatoes, use those!)
  • ½ teaspoon sugar
  • salt, to taste

Instructions

  1. In a medium saucepan, heat up olive oil and sauté onions and garlic over medium-low heat, stirring every so often for 10-15 minutes. The onions should get a caramelized look to them.
  2. Add remaining ingredients, raise heat to bring to a boil, then reduce heat to low and cook, partially covered, for 45 minutes-1 hour, stirring once in a while, crushing up tomatoes with back of a wooden spoon.
  3. Optional:
  4. When sauce is done, you can add fresh basil (3-4 leaves, torn) and/or ¼ cup heavy cream.
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MIRACLE MINESTRONE TRANSFORMS TEEN!

 

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Local teenager spotted eating vegetables.

 

PLANTATION- Between 7 and 8 o’clock on the night of January 27, 2015, a local teenager was spotted eating large quantities of fresh vegetables.

A number of witnesses said that many of the veggies seemed to come from the food category said teenager has adamantly rejected her whole life.

“It’s like I don’t even know her,” her stunned younger brother announced.

The parents of the teen were also flabbergasted.

“It was astonishing, and a little bit frightening,” the mother, Alona Martinez, said. “A lifetime of begging her to eat vegetables with no luck and now, in one sitting, she enjoys them all!”

The teen’s father was not in Plantation at the time of the event as he was busy traveling around Asia for work, but he managed to send in a message on WhatsApp upon hearing the news.

“I’m so proud of my little girl. I knew she had it in her!”

Food experts suggest such voracious and uncharacteristic enthusiasm towards cabbage, zucchini, carrots and green beans can only be attributed to the irresistible format in which they were prepared: a heavenly rendition of minestrone soup.

Close monitoring suggests that children apprehensive to eating plain vegetables may reconsider their stance when such food items are simmered in a hearty beef broth and sprinkled with fresh Parmigiano-Reggiano cheese. The ditalini pasta doesn’t hurt, either, experts concur.

“I’m a chef and a mom,” a local Plantation resident who prefers to remain anonymous (because she may or may not be the teen’s mother) stated, “and I’ve never seen such an impressive turnaround in attitude towards vegetables. That’s one miracle minestrone!”

The teenager doesn’t see her newfound love of veggies as anything newsworthy. She took a few seconds out of her busy texting schedule to share her succinct assessment of the situation:

“Finally, Mom made vegetables taste good.”

When asked if she had anything else to say, she smiled and returned her attention to her buzzing phone, but first, she added:

“I’ll have another bowl!”

Music to the ears of her teary-eyed mom.

 

 

Miracle Minestrone

Miracle Minestrone

Ingredients

  • 2 tablespoons olive oil
  • 1 cup chopped onion
  • ½ cup chopped celery
  • ¼ cup chopped parsley
  • 2 garlic cloves, minced
  • 6 cups beef broth
  • 1 cup canned diced tomatoes
  • 1 cup tomato sauce
  • 1 cup chopped cabbage
  • ½ carrots, peeled and sliced in rings
  • 1 teaspoon Italian seasoning
  • salt and pepper, to taste
  • ½ pound ground beef
  • 1 cup sliced zucchini
  • 1 cup green beans, chopped in 1” pieces
  • 1 cup canned kidney beans, rinsed
  • 1 cup canned garbanzo beans, rinsed
  • ½ cup uncooked ditalini pasta
  • ½ cup freshly grated Parmigiano Reggiano cheese

Instructions

  1. In a stockpot, heat oil over medium high and sauté the onions, celery and parsley until tender, five minutes. Add garlic and cook until fragrant, one minute.
  2. Stir in the broth, tomatoes, tomato sauce, cabbage, carrots, basil, salt and pepper. Bring to a boil. Reduce heat; cover and simmer for 1 hour.
  3. In a skillet, cook beef over medium heat until no longer pink; drain.
  4. Stir into soup along with the zucchini, beans and pasta.
  5. Cover and simmer for 15-20 minutes or until vegetables and pasta are tender.
  6. Adjust seasoning.
  7. Top each serving with cheese.
  8. Serves 6-8
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How To Keep A Tropical Soul Warm Through A German Winter

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There are many wonderful things about having family members live in Germany.

There’s the traveling to Germany part (thanking hubby for his zillions of frequent flyer miles.)

There’s the adventure of a new language (I really didn’t get past “nein,” sorry!)

There’s the instant bonding cousins who’ve never met have while careening down snow-coated hills.

There’s the snow-coated hills. We hail from Venezuela and South Florida, this, and any other winter-related activity (including scraping ice off car windshields) spawns enthusiasm/excitement.

And then there are the waffles.

Waffles are hard-core Christmas street food in Germany. They sort of became a thing there in the 18th Century. I know Belgium has an international reputation as waffle masters, but, believe me, the Germans know what they are doing with their waffles, and it doesn’t matter if there is a blizzard, ice, or below freezing temperatures, waffle stands are out there making waffles non-stop.   If they pour waffle batter, they will [and do] come!

My children (and my first child, my husband) can’t resist anything chocolate, so they got their waffles bathed in chocolate syrup.  I am more of a traditionalist when it comes to Sandwaffeln, which, unlike American waffles, are enjoyed in Germany for Kaffeetrinkin (afternoon cake and coffee), so I got mine with just a light sprinkling of powdered sugar. I also passed on the coffee and headed straight for another German winter favorite: glühwein, a hot brew of spices, sugar, citrus, wine, and booze served in a festive mug designed just for that year.

Either way works wonders for the soul, especially a very weather-wimpy tropical soul who was instantly revitalized sitting on a frozen German bench, gobbling warm dough while alternating with sips of hot mulled wine.

 

German Waffles (Sandwaffeln)

German Waffles (Sandwaffeln)

Ingredients

  • 2/3 cup butter (150 grams)
  • ½ cup sugar
  • 4 eggs
  • 1 teaspoon lemon zest
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • 2 teaspoons baking powder
  • 2 cups all-purpose flour
  • 6 tablespoons milk

Instructions

  1. Cream sugar and butter in mixer.
  2. Add eggs, one at a time.
  3. Add lemon zest and vanilla and mix.
  4. Sift baking powder and flours together and add into mixture. Add milk.
  5. Bake in a heated waffle iron.
  6. Dust with powdered sugar or coat with chocolate syrup.
  7. Makes 12 waffles
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All I Want For Christmas…

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Dear Santa,

I know I’m a bit old to be writing you this letter, but no one around here listens, so I’m hoping I’ll have more luck with you.

2014 has been fine. However, as I like to tell my daughter, there is always room for improvement. I don’t end up telling this to her, I end up telling this to the lovely oil painting I have of an exasperated woman, the one where she is resting her head in her hands in complete resignation (can so relate!) That fine artwork hangs in my living room right behind my daughter, above an electrical outlet.

The outlet is what lures my daughter there regularly, charging a phone or a computer or both. Fingers are quickly composing a witty text, eyeballs nervously checking social status on Instagram (I need more likes on that picture!!!) or maybe she’s perusing Facebook, just biding time until it is 9:00pm and she can tune into the season premier of PLL.

That’s Pretty Little Liars, Santa. Come on, get with it.

Look, I’m not going to ask you for the big stuff.

I’m not going to ask you for a larger house.

With an infinity pool.

Perhaps an ocean view.

That would be outrageously abusive of me.

But maybe, could you do something about the stovetop?

The thing is, it’s electric.

And yes, fancy shmancy electric, seriously high-end German electric, with an eco-friendly Ceran glass surface that claims to heat up faster than you can say omelet, with double and triple size elements that make the whole thing have more rings on it than the Olympic emblem.

But electric.

By the way, Santa, I don’t know how savvy you are in the kitchen, but, if the brochure tells you it heats up faster than you can say omelet, the brochure is lying to you. Or you aren’t reading the German properly. Something.

I could walk over to my neighbor’s house, make an omelet there, clean up, come back home, and then my skillet would be ready.

I’ve learned to roll with this electric stovetop situation ever since I moved to the Florida ‘burbs a kazillion years ago, but my children don’t get a break, I am constantly kvetching about this.  You know about kvetching, Santa, you must have some complaining to do as well, say, when the elves slack off or that darn chimney somehow becomes more narrow.

I fill their heads with stories about the perfectly simmered black beans I enjoyed growing up in Venezuela or the fantastic puttanesca pasta that I’d whip up in a flash in New York, or the spicy Moroccan chicken couscous I’d dazzle their dad with when we lived in Boston.

It’s not that I can’t make these dishes here. I can and I do. It’s the experience of making them over a gas stovetop that is so different, the ease and control of creating them under the embrace of a real fire that makes a difference. Maybe it’s that primal, caveman instinct of cooking with actual fire that makes me happy. Maybe it’s the hypnotic dance of the blue flame and the way it instantly heats up my skillet, even the heaviest cast iron one, making my heart flutter just so.

The year we lived in Mexico, my kids witnessed this jubilation first hand.

“Look, see! See how fast the water boils?” I’d scream, vindicated, drunk with joy.

“Crispy, crunchy hash browns in seconds! “ I’d revel.

I admit, I had gone a bit mad. But it was a happy mad, one in which everyone seemed to benefit and eat a lot.

The euphoria ended upon returning to our South Florida home where my German engineering quietly awaited to disappoint me.

The kids poke fun at me, Santa.

There seems to be two lethal attacks they inflict on their mother regularly:

1) Commenting on how lovely whatever sunset we are currently enjoying would look from a beach home (because they know I am an ocean girl through and through)

2) Reminding me of how grand it would be if we had a gas stovetop.

They know I’d pretty much give one of them up for either one of these two things.

I’d definitely give up the dog.

But hey, they say Christmas is a time for miracles.

And Hanukkah, which is the holiday I celebrate, is filled with stories of miracles.

So, I’m writing you this note (because I don’t have Hanukkah Harry’s address, and, let’s face it, you must have more pull.)

I’m asking:  amongst the tricycles and trucks and dolls banging around your bag, could you possibly spare a gas stovetop?

 

Moroccan Chicken with Couscous

Moroccan Chicken with Couscous

Ingredients

  • 2 tablespoons olive oil
  • 1 teaspoon ground ginger
  • ½ teaspoon ground turmeric
  • ½ teaspoon chili powder
  • ¼ teaspoon cinnamon
  • 2-3 tablespoons Harissa paste
  • 2 cups thinly sliced onion (about 3 small onions)
  • 2 garlic cloves, minced
  • 8 chicken legs
  • 3 carrots, cut into 1 ½ inch chunks
  • ½ cup baby potatoes, quartered
  • 1 16 oz. can whole tomatoes
  • 1 cup of cooked chickpeas
  • 1 lbs. zucchini, halved sliced in 1-inch chunks
  • 1 ½ cups chicken stock
  • ½ cup wine
  • salt and pepper, to taste
  • 1 tablespoon orange zest

Instructions

  1. In a Dutch oven, heat olive oil over medium-high heat and sauté onion slices with ginger, turmeric, cinnamon, chili powder and Harissa paste. Sauté until fragrant, 2-3 minutes.
  2. Add garlic and sauté another minute.
  3. Add remaining ingredients, except for orange zest, and bring to a boil.
  4. Once boiling, reduce heat to medium-low and gently simmer until chicken is cooked through, 30-45 minutes.
  5. Adjust seasoning and add orange zest.
  6. Serve in bowls over plain couscous.
  7. Serves 4
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Because/Reina Pepiada

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Because I live in South Florida and on occasion will overhear “chévere” or “chamo” or “pana.”

Because I fill my children’s heads with stories about this wonderful place I grew up in, this place filled with sunshine and pristine beaches and majestic mountains. This place that nurtured me with amazing food and happy-go-lucky people.

Because my children won’t know this place, a place that has been replaced by rampant crime, inflation, and tyranny.

Because I miss Venezuela, I make arepas.

 

Arepas are round corncakes that can be grilled or fried and that are stuffed with anything savory, making them a sure win for picky families with specific tastes and needs. Rebel-without-a-cause teen just announced she’s a vegetarian? Arepas go great with any version of cheese, from fresh white mozzarella to shredded sharp cheddar. Other child craving a bit more protein? Dice up last night’s rib eye and toss it in, along with whatever condiment inspires you. You can all sit together and no one will complain/argue about what they are eating/forced to eat/refusing to eat, making me wonder if perhaps, I should suggest they serve these in the next United Nations General Assembly as a reminder that our differences can be enjoyed in the enveloping embrace of an arepa.

 

If global peace is feeling too ambitious for you, then keep the whole issue domestic:  arepas serve as a useful excuse to clear out your fridge! Have half a pork tenderloin from Monday’s supper? Great in arepas! How about that roast beef you made for the in-laws that night they just wouldn’t leave? Arepas! Let’s not forget Thanksgiving leftovers…if your turkey was a big as mine, you must still have some balanced in the Tupperware on top of the Tupperware on top of the other Tupperware crammed with side dishes. Guess what? Turkey with a generous slab of mayo inside an arepa…amazing!

 

Sunday night is often roast chicken night at my house, which means, by Thursday, I’m ready to clear the fridge of what’s left of that meal in order to make room for newer items.  Leftover chicken is perfect for Reina Pepiada, which is the Queen of all Venezuelan arepa dishes. Nestling this chicken and avocado salad inside a piping hot arepa fresh off the griddle brings me back to so many wonderful places/moments of my youth, whether it be a lazy weekend lunch out with my family or a quick pit stop at La Sifrina with my boyfriend, well past my curfew, once again. We’d devour these while slurping on fresh fruit shakes, and even though it was only a few hours before dawn, the day was alive with possibility, hope, and happiness.

Because these are things one should never forget/always strive for.

 

Arepa Reina Pepiada

Arepa Reina Pepiada

The Venezuelan arepa has its origins hundreds of years ago, cooked by the various indigenous tribes across the country (Arawak, Carib, Timoto-Cuica, Cumanagoto, Karina, among others.) What was initially made with fresh corn is today made using pre-cooked white corn flour, called “Harina Pan.” Arepas are eaten by Venezuelans in almost every meal and can be eaten just with butter or stuffed with all kinds of meats, cheeses and salads. In Venezuela there are places called “Areperas” that serve only arepas and fresh fruit juices and are open at all hours: this is our fast food!

Ingredients

  • For the arepas:
  • 1 cups Harina Pan, white (pre-cooked maize, if you can’t find Harina Pan, you can use Goya)
  • 1 ¼ teaspoon salt
  • 2 tablespoons corn oil
  • 2-3 cups warm water
  • For the Reina Pepiada:
  • 1 cup shredded chicken (great with roasted chicken leftovers.) You can use white meat, dark meat, or combo.
  • ¼ cup microscopically minced onion (seriously, you want the flavor, but you don’t really want to feel them)
  • ¼ cup mayonnaise
  • ¼ cup sour cream
  • 1 Haas avocado, ripe
  • 1 tablespoon fresh lime juice
  • 3 tablespoons fresh cilantro, minced (optional)
  • salt and pepper to taste

Instructions

  1. For the arepas:
  2. Combine the harina pan and salt in a large bowl and mix well. Add oil. Slowly drizzle in warm water and knead it into the cornmeal. There should be a soft but firm consistency. If it still feels too dry, add more water.
  3. Form arepas: grab a handful.
  4. Size varies according to preference (get your head out of the gutter, we’re talking arepas!) Some people prefer large arepas, I tend to like them smaller (that way I can have more of them!!!) so my round is about the size of a golf ball, maybe a wee bit larger.
  5. Roll into a ball shape and then, moving the dough in a circular motion, slowly start flattening it out. Your arepa should be approximately half an inch thick.
  6. Cook on a heated and greased griddle pan over medium heat for 6 minutes on each side, then pop them in a 350° F heated oven for 5 minutes.
  7. Cut lengthwise about ¾ down.
  8. Here’s another debate amongst Venezuelans: to scoop or not to scoop. Some folk like to scoop out the soft, warm, extra dough inside the arepa, and thus leave basically the shell that has been on the griddle. This makes for more stuffing space. Others enjoy a bit of that comfort texture to meddle with their stuffing. Totally up to you.
  9. Makes 10 arepas
  10. For the Reina Pepiada:
  11. So, pretty much stick it all in a bowl and mix it up. The avocado needs to be mushified. No slicing or dicing. Just smash it up.
  12. Now if you are a die-hard mayonnaise person, feel free to up the mayo to ½ cup and ditch the sour cream.
  13. Cilantro adds a tad of brightness, a term they all throw around in the cooking shows, so, I’m throwing it around here. It’s a preference thing, again. No right or wrong. Want to be a rebel? Add parsley instead. That would be killer good, actually.
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