My grandmother's house always smelled like fennel sausage and romano cheese. Two things were certain when we went there: she would be watching the Mass on TV, and there would be freshly baked Italian cookies under a mopina on the kitchen counter. When I was old enough to measure the flour, my Dad taught me to make pasta. He would cut the linguine with the pizza slicer and seal the ravioli with a fork. He'd carefully drop everything into the boiling water and I would watch it swirl around in the bubbles. Now my house smells like fennel and there's always a wedge of romano cheese in the refrigerator. I fold farfalle by hand and roll orecchiette with my thumb. But when my parents come for dinner, my Dad still seals the ravioli with a fork.
The name Farina means "flour." It reminds me of my days with the measuring cup.
- Joined October 10, 2011