You might say I’ve been a bad Italian. Though my last name hovers in ethnic
ambiguity, my roots are green, white, and red. Fresh off the boat, our original surname, Gelsomino, had its
“o” cavalierly sliced off, like you would the butt end of a sopressata.
Growing up, my grandmother would buy boxes
of tomatoes, which we’d can in her house.
In August. As it approached
100 degrees. Windows closed. Blinds down. Rickety old floor fan circulating the thick tomato soup
air. Hand cranked pasta was made
in the kitchen and dried on white cotton sheets draped on couches in the living
room.
We ate a
lot of pasta. So much so that
we developed our own Gelsomin—no “o”—macaroni dialect.
Pa•sta fa•zool (pästä fäzōōl), n.: linguine
dressed with tomatoes and white beans.
Used as a quick, complaint-free weeknight dinner made from the contents
of a common Italian-American pantry and, more broadly, used in conjunction with
drool-worthy stars as a metaphor for love. A species separate from the soupy
version often served with cuff-shaped ditali. Variant (Ital.): pasta e fagioli
A•ya•woo•yas (Äôwōōyëz), n., pl.:
spaghetti tossed in olive oil with whole garlic cloves plus the motherly
addition of broccoli (see also, how to
get your kids to eat vegetables); etymology unknown. Variant (Ital.): aglio e olio
Co•va•dills (kävädëlz), n. pl.: shell-shaped macaroni with ridges
and a nook for red sauce; typically served for Sunday dinner at grandma’s
paired with braciole and escarole salad, from the garden. Variant (Ital.): cavatelli
Despite all this, sometime in my mid
twenties I stopped eating pasta regularly. And that was that.
Until I decided that was enough nonsense.
Last week I—very happily—cooked macaroni (campanelle) resembling
fluted trumpets. First, I sautéed
some mushrooms in butter and olive oil (plus garlic, always garlic). And roasted onions and shallots, wedged
with thyme, until their skins gave in and sweetened. Everyone met in a sauté pan, joined with a heavy dusting
of pecorino and a glass of Schiava Nera to sip, a light ruby wine that hovers
pleasantly between a rose and pinot noir.
This is an entirely new place for me. A place that pairs meaty mushrooms
slicked in butter with sweetened slumping onions cloaked in balsamic and
cream. There’s no pasta drying on
a couch per se, but, occasionally, there’s some strands draped over a broom handle or two.
It’s different from the pasta I grew up with, but I’ve come home again.
Herbed Caramelized Onion and Mushroom
Campanelle
Ingredients:
2 small onions
2 large shallots
~3-4 tbsp olive oil, divided
kosher salt, to taste
a few grinds of black pepper
2-4 tbsp balsamic vinegar
~½ tbsp sugar
6 thyme sprigs
2-4 tbsp butter
2 garlic cloves, minced
6 ounces cremini mushrooms, sliced
4 ounces shiitake mushrooms, sliced
5 sage leaves
~9 ounces campanelle or dry pasta of your choice
3-4 tbsp heavy cream
pecorino, grated or shredded to taste
Instructions:
Set the oven to 425 degrees. Peel and chop each onion and shallot into
four or five wedges and place in a baking dish; toss with enough olive oil to
coat the wedges (1-2 tbsp), season with salt and pepper, and add a tbsp or two of
balsamic vinegar and a dusting of sugar.
Wedge in thyme sprigs. Roast
in the oven until the onions get soft and caramelized; start checking after 30
minutes (mine took 45).
Once the onions have started to soften and
gather color, fill a medium saucepan with water for the pasta. Season the water with salt and heat on
high.
Heat a large sauté pan and toss in two tbsp
of butter and a glug of olive oil.
Add in the garlic and cook about a minute, being careful not to burn it;
add in the mushrooms, season with salt, and stir to help distribute the oil. Let the mushrooms be for a few minutes
so they can start to caramelize; if the mushrooms look dry, add another tbsp or
two of butter; add in the sage leaves and stir gently. When the mushrooms are tender and caramelized,
remove the pan from the heat.
When the water boils, add in the pasta and
cook until al dente (you want it a tad toothsome, as it will cook another
minute or two in the sauté pan).
When the onions are fully softened and have
browned, add in another splash of vinegar and enough cream to make a little
sauce in the pan; return to the oven to cook another few minutes.
When the pasta has cooked, drain it (reserving
about ¼ cup of the pasta water), and then add the pasta to the pan with the
mushrooms. Remove the onions from the oven and add them to the pan as well (you
may want to remove the thyme sprigs first). Add in the pasta water and toss to combine. Season to taste, though keep in mind
the pecorino will also add saltiness.
Dust with pecorino, to taste.
Makes about 6 cups of pasta and sauce
Notes:
-The pecorino really brings the dish
together. Parmesan would also work
well.
-You don’t have to be a slave to the amounts
listed.
Last time in NY my grandmother showed me how she makes her "Co•va•dills." We use our own dialect for pasta too and pronounce it more like "Ca-va-dells." When she was done, they exactly resembled how you described - with ridges and the little nook to hold the sauce. They were so good! My mother and I struggled to pick up her technique and don't think we could ever replicate on our own. For that meal, however, we were home again just as you were. :) Thanks for sharing, Miss Gelsomino!
ReplyDeleteAh, lovely images of summer cooking, Emily. It takes dedication to stand over a stove in that heat!
ReplyDeleteI tend to go through phases with mushrooms. For months, they may as well not exist for me. And then I'll go through a few pounds in a week. I've been making a lot of mushroom tacos lately, but this, this pasta, is sure to be next. It sounds so good!
This sounds so amazing! Now I really want all the mushrooms in the land. :)
ReplyDeleteOops, was thinking of the wrong pasta. The kind we made with my grandma was called "rig-a-dell." She said they are called priest ears in Italian. (SO tricky to make!)
ReplyDeleteStacey- Cavadells, rigadells ... those Italians sure had a way with naming pasta! "Priest ears"-love it! Hope you are well. :)
ReplyDeleteKatie-Happy mushrooming! A few pounds in a week is certainly impressive.
Eileen-It was the perfect Thursday night dinner. Hope you found some mushrooms!