The Way To a Man's Heart
My favorite all-time recipe direction came from my wife's Tuscan grandmother. I once asked her how much milk she put into a certain dish and she replied, "four mouthfuls." She came to visit my wife and I in Rome years ago. We asked her once if she would mind cooking dinner, since we were both going to be out of the house all day. She was delighted. We came home that evening to discover she'd spent the day cheerfully cooking everything on hand, several days worth of food. It was normal for her. She'd raised a houseful of children without the benefit of refrigeration, and preparing an abundant amount of food was the only way she knew how to do it.
posted by John M Crowther @ 7:43 AM
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Wished I had known your grandmother in law. She sound delightful, John C. Think she was pulling your leg a wee bit as all the Italians that I know both in Italy and here would say 'euw' to her remark. Love Italian food in Italy, do not like it here. Too heavy on tomato sauce in the USA. Love this cartoon.
Thanks, Lee. I always understood that nonna didn't literally mean to take the milk in her mouth, but I got the approximate amount far better than when I pressed her for a recipe amount and she would say impatiently, "un po," which translated as "some!"
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