Yesterday morning, upon awakening and viewing the Thermometer hovering precariously around the -10F mark.....I decided the last thing I wanted to do, was plant my butt on leather car seats, and drive 15 miles to my in-laws. Now , I love them dearly, but going outside.....Are you kidding me. Canadian, or not, it's COLD....With a cuhcuhcuh capital "C". The subject of NOT going was not even an option, so we got ready, me grumbling all the way. Now, the nice thing about going to the in laws, is one is always greeted, no assaulted by incredible aromas emanating from the nucleus of all good aroma's: The Italian kitchen. La cucina Italiana, by definition, is the mecca of good taste. Yes, the French catalogued, and standardized recipes, and created a model of the kitchen brigade, but for sheer taste, with a bare minimum of ingredients: The Italians have it, hands down. My mother in laws philosophy is simple: You make it well, or you don't serve it. Period. The last time we visited, the fare was a bit more elaborate, in that there were more items on the table.....Being New years day , and all. Today, was a simple Sunday meal, with la famiglia, la pasta e una bottiglia di vino rosso...Upon arriving, the residents immediately go about the preparation for the repast....Each family member performing a task.... Download VIDEO0075 Or appearing to do so...My father in law can assemble a meal , if he has to, but he chooses rather to help, when he sees opportunity.....Often taking flak for not stirring quickly enough, or not washing the salad thoroughly....Notice the verbal chastising he is getting in the next clip, it is somewhat muted, but hilarious....Poor papi! Download VIDEO0076 Finally, the meal is ready and we are all seated in EXACTLY THE SAME ARRANGEMENT as New years day....I think the next time, I will stir the pot by sitting in my mother in law's spot....I bet the sparks will fly then, eh? Download VIDEO0077
The bowl set in front of me is one of my favorite's: Sauteed rapini, the second vessel contains mami's red sauce...It is almost indescribable : The depth of flavor, from the different meats used, along with the subtle herb blend.....Melts your insides. My father in law's wine is a product of 50 or more years of winemaking......Very robust, and fruity, a nice little nose, some bite going down, and always a great accompaniment for lunch fare. The little guy under the table, well he doesn't know where his plate is, or where he should be.....Thus the forlorn look on his face!