Girino
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I am sure there must be good food here. I just have to find out where.
I realize I am coming from a place where food is emphasized, and food is basically the only positive thing you can say about Italians (plus beaches, but those cannot be exported).
What impressed me is how there are a lot of Italian dishes "on paper", but in reality they are nothing like the originals. And I don't mean they've changed an ingredient because here it was not available. No, they revisited the whole recipe, mixed up some stuff, covered it in queso and put an Italian name on it. Being a country with a large amount of recent immigrants from Italy, I was expecting more focus on food. Even in Spain the food is good, but somewhat all of this was lost (so soon!).
In Italy, food and eating is strongly rooted in our culture, we exchange recipes (or argue on them!), we remember our grannies for what they cooked us in that unique way that not even the most accomplished chef could compare, we go by telling people about our snack after school when watching the TV, we invite people to eat at our place to show them what we call "good food", we have a lot of variety of even the most basic stuff (fresh cheeses, tomatoes, pasta) and we know which is best for what. We grow them in our gardens, if we have one, or we exchange suggestions on where to go to buy them. Cooking good food for someone, is showing them you love them.
For Italians, eating = good time. Time to be shared with family and friends and occasiona guests. Here (in this house), it looks like God has punished them with craving, and they find some junkie to wash down their throats.
I'll tell you one thing: we were invited to another family member's, Italian by birth, who moved here when he was 3 years old with his Italian parents. He always told us how in his house "mangiamo italiano" because his parents were real Italians, and he travelled extensively to Italy in his adult life.
We were officially invited over to have ravioli, because he knows where to get them done the right way.
We were presented with a dish of sorrentinos (a kind of ravioli unheard of in Italy, quite big and stuffed), covered with tomato sauce and carne picada, plus dried mushrooms.
To be honest, I cannot say what was inside those sorrentinos, I wasn't able to tell. There were too many strong flavors mixed together. What's the point in eating if you cannot recognize the flavors? I'd rather have a oreo milkshake, instead!
Now, I didn't want to offend anybody and eat it up, but the memory of that lunch kept me alive until dinner time. Please don't call that Italian food.
I was expecting this kind of "Italian food", say, in the US. But not here in Buenos Aires which is like a second Italy.
The sorrentinos below look delicious, and reading the filling ingredients (ricotta), it mixes nicely with the tomato sauce and the basil leaves.
Add meat, mushroom and onion... and you ruined a plate!
I realize I am coming from a place where food is emphasized, and food is basically the only positive thing you can say about Italians (plus beaches, but those cannot be exported).
What impressed me is how there are a lot of Italian dishes "on paper", but in reality they are nothing like the originals. And I don't mean they've changed an ingredient because here it was not available. No, they revisited the whole recipe, mixed up some stuff, covered it in queso and put an Italian name on it. Being a country with a large amount of recent immigrants from Italy, I was expecting more focus on food. Even in Spain the food is good, but somewhat all of this was lost (so soon!).
In Italy, food and eating is strongly rooted in our culture, we exchange recipes (or argue on them!), we remember our grannies for what they cooked us in that unique way that not even the most accomplished chef could compare, we go by telling people about our snack after school when watching the TV, we invite people to eat at our place to show them what we call "good food", we have a lot of variety of even the most basic stuff (fresh cheeses, tomatoes, pasta) and we know which is best for what. We grow them in our gardens, if we have one, or we exchange suggestions on where to go to buy them. Cooking good food for someone, is showing them you love them.
For Italians, eating = good time. Time to be shared with family and friends and occasiona guests. Here (in this house), it looks like God has punished them with craving, and they find some junkie to wash down their throats.
I'll tell you one thing: we were invited to another family member's, Italian by birth, who moved here when he was 3 years old with his Italian parents. He always told us how in his house "mangiamo italiano" because his parents were real Italians, and he travelled extensively to Italy in his adult life.
We were officially invited over to have ravioli, because he knows where to get them done the right way.
We were presented with a dish of sorrentinos (a kind of ravioli unheard of in Italy, quite big and stuffed), covered with tomato sauce and carne picada, plus dried mushrooms.
To be honest, I cannot say what was inside those sorrentinos, I wasn't able to tell. There were too many strong flavors mixed together. What's the point in eating if you cannot recognize the flavors? I'd rather have a oreo milkshake, instead!
Now, I didn't want to offend anybody and eat it up, but the memory of that lunch kept me alive until dinner time. Please don't call that Italian food.
I was expecting this kind of "Italian food", say, in the US. But not here in Buenos Aires which is like a second Italy.
The sorrentinos below look delicious, and reading the filling ingredients (ricotta), it mixes nicely with the tomato sauce and the basil leaves.
Add meat, mushroom and onion... and you ruined a plate!