Episode #308 - Tortellini in Brodo (in Chicken Broth)
Two Mistakes, one Big and
One small.
- I read 4 Cups of water instead of 4 Quarters. And
it did seem strange. So I read it again, and it still
called for 4 Cups. I went with my guts and I used 8
Cups in the beginning, and at the end I added an
extra 2 before cooking the Tortellini. This morning,
when I got the magazine back in my hands to write
this post…oh well, it says, clearly, 4 Quarters. Ops.
- Also I did realize that I did not use the Egg in
the filling…but its consistency was good, so I did
not think about double-checking.
On the other side, the
amount of Flour indicated in the magazine was really
a bit too much…or maybe they just had bigger eggs
then me?
About the Tortellini
- When you start rolling them and closing them: The
First Ten Do Not Count. Do not get overwhelmed; they
will keep on looking better, as you warm up your
fingers to it.
- You should cook, in the order: Broth, Filling and
then the Pasta…by the time you have done rolling the
dough, you will be probably in need of some wine to
cure your back that is starting to cramp. Sit the
Dough to rest for a half hour, then DO THE SAME; fill
your glass and crush for a bit.
TORTELLINI IN BRODO (with Chicken Broth)
Serves: 6
Prep Time: 20 min
Cooking Time: 4 1/2, 5 hours
Ingredients
BROTH
1 Lb Beef Brisket
1 Whole Chicken cut into 6 pieces
1 Large White Onion
3 Carrots (2 of them for bonus recipe)
3 Celery Stalks
1 Tablespoon of Salt
Episode #107 - Wake and Bake! Sunday Morning Breakfast: Spinach Frittata, Berries Fruit Salad, Marble Cake.
welcome back to our little cooking show.
Deb has been flying around for the past few days...
Therefore I decided to shoot a solo episode.
First of all I did not want to leave you without something new before the weekend,
and second, I wanted to dedicate an episode to all the men out there that care about treating their girls (yes, I know, or their partners in general).
Sunday morning has always
been a tradition in my family when I was growing up,
and a rule as well!
My mom always worked her ass off all week around,
during the day teaching in junior-high, and then me,
my brother, the house...her husband.
My father was a young surgeon...I remember the phone
ringing in the middle of the night...I remember
vacations with my father, but not the days of the
week....
I was about 6...remember waking up, walking to the
kitchen with my younger brother...he was about 2.
My mom would leave in the fridge a blender full with
my brother's breakfast. Do not ask me what was in
it...some fruit, I remember a big cookie...It kind of
sounds gross, sorry...
I had to process the food, heat it up a bit...no
microwave those days...stove top baby...and serve the
first breakfast.
Me, personally...loved a gigantic cup of milk with
Nesquik and Rice Crispies.
The rule was...BE QUIET!!!
No playing allowed, no running...only breakfast and
some TV. And wait for my parents to wake up. Mainly
mom, as my father was already probably at the
hospital or racing his Ducati on the Mugello track,
just a few miles from our house.
One day I just decided to bake a cake by myself....