Cappelletti in Brodo Toscano
The word cappelletto means “little hat,” which is what this pasta should resemble. They are traditionally served in broth, as are the more infamous “tortellini”.
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There are a lot of memories swirling around about this day, 50 years ago, better known as the Flood of 1966. There’s a small rectangular plack under the green shutter to the right of the Madonna that shows how high the water came up to.
This is my street in Florence, and my door. I live on the top 4th floor. If I didn’t have anywhere to go, would I have felt safe? There would be nowhere to escape.
Last week I felt the tremors and wondered if my building fell, would I survive? Doubtfully. My heart goes out to the ones who survived the flood and all the mud angels that came to help and all the people caught in the earthquakes over the last month.
Italy for all its charm and beauty, can really take a beating sometimes.
All of these people and more are lined up on Via dei Neri on both sides of the street for a panino of prosciutto e pane, because Trip Advisor said to go.
Is it worth the wait? I used to go occasionally because it’s near my house. It was simple and good, like so many other places in Florence. Now my fruttivendolo and dry cleaner have left. It’s become the street of the prosciutterie.
Pretty, frilly jewel like trebbiano grapes on cane mats left to shrivel in extremes of hot and cold. When pressed, their liquid is raisin like and ages in small oak barrels for 6-8 years. I’ve spoken about it before, but this is the season to get an eye and ear full. Unfortified, Vin Santo is other worldly. Deep, honey and caramel notes “like a kiss on the lips”. I first tasted Vin Santo here at Capezzana in 1992. Count Hugo Contini Bonacossi gave a few young friends and I a look at the cellar then invited us to lunch inside the old Medici villa at a long table surrounded by family portraits. 5 glasses sat above the plate and the last was for Vin Santo. Those first sips left an indelible impression, as did the Count with his humble generosity. Genuine sweetness, whether in the glass or from the heart, is worth going back for. If nothing else but to see.
Grapes can be poetic on or off the vine. These Sangiovese grapes will hang to dry until January when they become raisin like and the natural sugars are concentrated. At that point they will be pressed into oak barrels for Vin Santo. After 6 or 7 years, it will be bottled into Holy Wine.
Bistecca alla Fiorentina Doc. Cantinetta Rignana is nestled in the heart of Chianti grapevines. A rogue vine was trailing over my head. It’s a destination down a long dirt road, but worth it for sultry ravioli and fresh truffles and steak. If you’re going to eat meat, this is the place, with a side of sautéed spinach in pepperoncino.
Reposted from our files ~ from March 28, 2010. The story may not be new, but the love affair continues. Eventually we developed a trip with Zingerman’s and we now do a joint Culinary Adventure in Tuscany every October, which evolved from this encounter with a perfect sandwich. Join us and read on!
For years I have heard about this oasis of all things delicious in Ann Arbor, Michigan. A Deli, no less, in the historic district on the north end of downtown on Detroit Street. It’s an old Victorian brick, with a neon sign in the window and lots of crazy sign writing, with a line out the door wrapped around the side of the building, especially on Saturdays. It’s bumper to bumper inside, not just with people, but with cheese cases, stuffed with some of the most delectable and rare cheeses one can find this side of Europe. There’s a bread station filled to the gills with maybe 10 types of fresh bread or more with someone there to slice a taste for you. A swinging deli with proper pumpernickel to sandwich one’s pastrami, offers and suggests of the best drinks to go with, such as true cream soda and ginger ale. Walls of truly hand-picked extra virgin olive oil labels, fabulous balsamic vinegars, and someone there to help you decide what to taste and what to choose. There are spices, marmalades, crackers, cookies, coffee cakes, etc. etc. Knowing what I know, it was like visiting a museum of the best food products in the world and I was hungry. I was told by people in the know to call my order in, in order to get it faster. I did just that and within minutes I was paying for my sandwich, while someone not only recommended what I should drink with it, but went and got it and popped the top for me with an old fashioned bottle opener. Zingerman’s Deli. The only deli in the world that has as much interest in its customer as the customer has in it.