Food is such an important part of my life as I'm sure it is for all of you, or you wouldn't be a member of this site. To me, taste and smell are the two senses that can instantly bring me back to my childhood. In the last few months I have been obsessing over making Sunday gravy like my mom and grandma used to make. Gravy is what my Italian grandma called her rich, tomato based meat sauce that was cooked all day. Starts by browning all kinds of meat (hot and sweet Italian sausage, spare ribs or pork neck bones, chuck, bracciole, and pretty much any meat that would be good for stewing or braising). Then she would cook some garlic in the drippings, deglaze with wine, and add tomatoes and some water , throw all the browned meat back in the pot and stir or all day long until you have this rich, hearty tomato sauce. She would also make and brown meatballs in olive oil and throw those in the sauce about an hour before dinner to finish cooking/warm them. Once it was time for dinner, she would put all the different meats on a big platter and serve everyone macaroni with the meat sauce. We would pass the meat platter around the table and take what we wanted. Big cheesy meatballs, sausage, the beef and pork that would melt in your mouth. Put the meat on your macaroni, ladle even more sauce on top and and sprinkle on plenty of grated Romano. Absolute heaven!
Every time I make it now, it brings me back to holidays and Sunday dinners in Brooklyn or holidays at at home where my mom would be yelling at me for dipping bread in the sauce as it simmered.
Now here is the problem... I really love the Sunday gravy that I make... But it is still missing something that my mom and grandmas had. A certain quality that I just can't pinpoint. Maybe they used more wine, did they use onion? It tortures me. And since there are no written recipes for it and my mom and grandma are gone, I keep tweaking it by memory. I read recipes that are similar, constantly grill my dad about what he remembers, and just obsess over it. Hahah sorry for this lengthy trip down memory lane but back to my original question...
I am curious, what are the recipes from your childhood that you are always trying to replicate or feel you have mastered without the help of a written recipe?
I am going to write everything down for my daughter so she doesn't have to obsess over it like I do.
Every time I make it now, it brings me back to holidays and Sunday dinners in Brooklyn or holidays at at home where my mom would be yelling at me for dipping bread in the sauce as it simmered.
Now here is the problem... I really love the Sunday gravy that I make... But it is still missing something that my mom and grandmas had. A certain quality that I just can't pinpoint. Maybe they used more wine, did they use onion? It tortures me. And since there are no written recipes for it and my mom and grandma are gone, I keep tweaking it by memory. I read recipes that are similar, constantly grill my dad about what he remembers, and just obsess over it. Hahah sorry for this lengthy trip down memory lane but back to my original question...
I am curious, what are the recipes from your childhood that you are always trying to replicate or feel you have mastered without the help of a written recipe?
I am going to write everything down for my daughter so she doesn't have to obsess over it like I do.