Wednesday, October 17, 2018

S is for: Sacchetti with Ricotta & Pears in a Brown Butter Fig Sauce

This was possibly one of my more ambitious blog posts.

Not only did I made homemade pasta sheets for the sacchetti (more on these little guys in a minute), but I also made homemade ricotta for the filling.

And then I also made a sauce.

And crispy prosciutto for a topping.

I was so tired by the time we got to the beauty shot, that I just threw everything onto the cutting board and told Justin to snap a few overheads and be done with it.

Turns out... I sort of love it. And speaking of love... this pasta was all sorts of heart-eye-emoji feels.

Speaking of which... Happy National Pasta Day!

Tuesday, October 16, 2018

R is for: Ricotta with Rosemary & Lemon Zest {Homemade!}

Say "CHEESE"!!

This was my genuine reaction when I successfully made ricotta cheese on my own at home for the first time. I had learned to make it previously during a cheese making class at Brooklyn Kitchen, and I came home that night telling Justin how easy it was to make cheese, specifically ricotta, and that I couldn't wait to make it all the time.

Fast forward about 6 months and I still had not made the ricotta.

So while Justin and I were brainstorming what to make for "S"... we decided on a stuffed pasta called sacchetti (more on that in the next post.) When I mentioned I planned to stuff it with a mixture of pears and ricotta, Justin suggested I make the ricotta from scratch.

And so began our all-day cheese-and-pasta-making-affair.

Monday, October 8, 2018

R is for: Risotto with Squash & Gorgonzola {a tribute to Kasey}

I first met Kasey Passen in January of 2002 while studying abroad in Barcelona my senior year in college. We were randomly paired as roommates with our host mom. She would confide to me later that she initially thought I was going to be an annoying sorority girl who she had nothing in common with.

She admitted that she couldn't have been more wrong.

We bonded over our shared experiences, travels, our moms' names (Wendy/Wendi) and perhaps most importantly, food. Our favorite way to see a new European city was always to sample the local flavors. As soon as our meal would arrive, we would immediately declare "you win" or "I win," referencing who had succeeded in ordering the better dish. It didn't matter though. We always shared everything.

Throughout the years, we didn't always stay in the best of touch, but we would always find our way back to each other. Whether it was during our overlap of living in San Francisco, or trips to see each other in our respective cities, it was the kind of friendship where you would pick up exactly where you left off before, as if no time had passed, laughing and landing ourselves in ridiculous adventures. And of course, eating and sharing amazing food along the way.
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