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18 Comments on Italian Grandmothers
I dated a gal once with a Italian mother. Invited me to dinner for Sunday Gravy. This was way before the Internet so I was really confused as to why you would have dinner with gravy as the star of the meal but it was free food so I was all in.
Oh my goodness gracious. That was one of the best things I’ve ever eaten. I said one because she also made killer Lasagna, Minestrone Soup and her Spaghetti Sauce…..Wow!!! That sauce was made in the morning and simmered all day. I should have married her daughter because to this day I’ve never eaten food that good.
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The BBQ sauce was a bridge too far.
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I always appreciate creative ways to cook the pasta and season it well. The BBQ sauce was unnecessary.
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Maybe the Italian grandmother was really from the South where they put bbq sauce on everything. At least it wasn’t white bbq sauce like they do in Alabama.
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Having lived in Italy +/- 3 years I know what good Italian food is supposed to be. I am an Italian grandmother. Gaaah. Mamma Mia!
I learned to be be a pretty good Italian food cook. My pasta Fagioli is outstanding. Same with pasta Arabiata. Arabiata means angry. Wonder why?
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Different Tim, I also dated an Italian woman in my early twenties, She lived with her parents at the time she would get off work at six thirty I would show up at five thirty. Oh Huron, Her mother would say, you are so slim let me get you some food! Oh thank you, sorry for being so early. We both knew the situation.
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I saw this on Instagram a few days ago. These guys are hilarious. And, I also screamed in horror at the BBQ sauce.
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ITALIAN THREE STOOGES??
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I WAS FIRST VICTIMIZED BY THE “PULL MY FINGER” JOKE WAS BY MY FRIEND’S ITALUAN MOM
HAVEN’T PULLED ANY FINGER SINCE
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My Great Grandmother was from Malcesine, on the shore of Lake Garda. My Great Grandfather was from a village on the other side of the lake (I can’t remember the name). He would sail his boat across the lake to court her. They married and came to the USA before 1900 and settled in Baltimore, near Little Italy. They died long before I was born. My Grandmother could cook a mean Italian family dinner – spaghetti and meatballs made with beef, pork and veal…sauce from scratch, gnocci made from scratch, bread made from scratch. I remember grating the parmesan cheese from blocks.
Awesome!!!
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Gnocchi is hard to make. I tried a few times.
Same with profiteroles.
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@PHenry
She boiled the potatoes and made the dough herself. I remember helping roll the dough into strips and cutting them into the little gnocchi’s. There are modern recipes that use powdered potato flakes that aren’t too bad. You can even buy the gnocchi premade at many grocery store pasta sections.
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As a kid my next door neighbor was 2nd generation Italian. He went to Sicily to find his bride. They had 3 kids and the oldest boy was my age. She would make pasta from scratch and her gravy was awesome. Across the street lived an Army Master Sargent that had a German wife and they had a son a year older then me. Down the street was a retired Army Sargent who was a Civil Service Instructor at the Army Signal School like my dad. He had a Korean wife and their oldest son was my age. The Army Captain dentist across the street was Jewish and had Ukrainian Jewish wife with a son my age and another a year older. All the kids in my neighborhood knew how to politely ask for cookies in 6 different languages.
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I follow a group called Pasta Grannies. It’s a bunch of little old Italian ladies cooking. My husband calls it my Food Porn. So many lost arts that are dying every day…
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@jethro
I have made gnocchi successfully. I even own a potato ricer. But I have gotten too lazy to use it.
I’ll never forget trying to make profiteroles from a cookbook written in Italian. I was feeling my oats regarding my understanding of the Italian language.
When I got to a word I didn’t know I pulled out my English Italian dictionary.
Basically I interpreted the instructions as saying…
Make sure the batter is the consistency of diarrhea.
Lost in translation I think.
I later gave the book to my friend’s mother. A true Italian. A member of Mussolini’s youth movement. Fascisti Giovanni. Young fascists.
Really nice lady.
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My wife is doing that KETO BS which I don’t mind since I’m the cook. She loves my Bolognese meat sauce and will just eat that on meat balls with a veggie. I can still have my cheese Ravs with the sauce.
My sister is the real cook of the family and she makes these Italian stuffed veggies (the Japanese eggplant are my favorite) that will knock your socks off.
Our family motto is:
Some people eat to live
We live to eat!
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My wife (born & raised in Idaho) learned her cooking skills from her g’mother (a farmer’s wife, cooking for hubby & the hired hands).
Plus, traveling the world for 20 years (US Army), she picked up a lot of recipes and skills along the way.
Which is why I look he way I do today, 10 months preggers. Ahhhh, what a way to go!
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“Which is why I look he way I do today, 10 months preggers.”
I could tell you how to fix that. But I sure as hell wouldn’t recommend it. I lost close to 90 pounds in 12 weeks.
I dated a gal once with a Italian mother. Invited me to dinner for Sunday Gravy. This was way before the Internet so I was really confused as to why you would have dinner with gravy as the star of the meal but it was free food so I was all in.
Oh my goodness gracious. That was one of the best things I’ve ever eaten. I said one because she also made killer Lasagna, Minestrone Soup and her Spaghetti Sauce…..Wow!!! That sauce was made in the morning and simmered all day. I should have married her daughter because to this day I’ve never eaten food that good.
The BBQ sauce was a bridge too far.
I always appreciate creative ways to cook the pasta and season it well. The BBQ sauce was unnecessary.
Maybe the Italian grandmother was really from the South where they put bbq sauce on everything. At least it wasn’t white bbq sauce like they do in Alabama.
Having lived in Italy +/- 3 years I know what good Italian food is supposed to be. I am an Italian grandmother. Gaaah. Mamma Mia!
I learned to be be a pretty good Italian food cook. My pasta Fagioli is outstanding. Same with pasta Arabiata. Arabiata means angry. Wonder why?
Different Tim, I also dated an Italian woman in my early twenties, She lived with her parents at the time she would get off work at six thirty I would show up at five thirty. Oh Huron, Her mother would say, you are so slim let me get you some food! Oh thank you, sorry for being so early. We both knew the situation.
I saw this on Instagram a few days ago. These guys are hilarious. And, I also screamed in horror at the BBQ sauce.
ITALIAN THREE STOOGES??
I WAS FIRST VICTIMIZED BY THE “PULL MY FINGER” JOKE WAS BY MY FRIEND’S ITALUAN MOM
HAVEN’T PULLED ANY FINGER SINCE
My Great Grandmother was from Malcesine, on the shore of Lake Garda. My Great Grandfather was from a village on the other side of the lake (I can’t remember the name). He would sail his boat across the lake to court her. They married and came to the USA before 1900 and settled in Baltimore, near Little Italy. They died long before I was born. My Grandmother could cook a mean Italian family dinner – spaghetti and meatballs made with beef, pork and veal…sauce from scratch, gnocci made from scratch, bread made from scratch. I remember grating the parmesan cheese from blocks.
Awesome!!!
Gnocchi is hard to make. I tried a few times.
Same with profiteroles.
@PHenry
She boiled the potatoes and made the dough herself. I remember helping roll the dough into strips and cutting them into the little gnocchi’s. There are modern recipes that use powdered potato flakes that aren’t too bad. You can even buy the gnocchi premade at many grocery store pasta sections.
As a kid my next door neighbor was 2nd generation Italian. He went to Sicily to find his bride. They had 3 kids and the oldest boy was my age. She would make pasta from scratch and her gravy was awesome. Across the street lived an Army Master Sargent that had a German wife and they had a son a year older then me. Down the street was a retired Army Sargent who was a Civil Service Instructor at the Army Signal School like my dad. He had a Korean wife and their oldest son was my age. The Army Captain dentist across the street was Jewish and had Ukrainian Jewish wife with a son my age and another a year older. All the kids in my neighborhood knew how to politely ask for cookies in 6 different languages.
I follow a group called Pasta Grannies. It’s a bunch of little old Italian ladies cooking. My husband calls it my Food Porn. So many lost arts that are dying every day…
@jethro
I have made gnocchi successfully. I even own a potato ricer. But I have gotten too lazy to use it.
I’ll never forget trying to make profiteroles from a cookbook written in Italian. I was feeling my oats regarding my understanding of the Italian language.
When I got to a word I didn’t know I pulled out my English Italian dictionary.
Basically I interpreted the instructions as saying…
Make sure the batter is the consistency of diarrhea.
Lost in translation I think.
I later gave the book to my friend’s mother. A true Italian. A member of Mussolini’s youth movement. Fascisti Giovanni. Young fascists.
Really nice lady.
My wife is doing that KETO BS which I don’t mind since I’m the cook. She loves my Bolognese meat sauce and will just eat that on meat balls with a veggie. I can still have my cheese Ravs with the sauce.
My sister is the real cook of the family and she makes these Italian stuffed veggies (the Japanese eggplant are my favorite) that will knock your socks off.
Our family motto is:
Some people eat to live
We live to eat!
My wife (born & raised in Idaho) learned her cooking skills from her g’mother (a farmer’s wife, cooking for hubby & the hired hands).
Plus, traveling the world for 20 years (US Army), she picked up a lot of recipes and skills along the way.
Which is why I look he way I do today, 10 months preggers. Ahhhh, what a way to go!
“Which is why I look he way I do today, 10 months preggers.”
I could tell you how to fix that. But I sure as hell wouldn’t recommend it. I lost close to 90 pounds in 12 weeks.