“Luuuucy, I’m hoooome.” To me, Ricky Ricardo was ethnic; I was just a guy from New Jersey. (Ok, so maybe I sported a gold cross, drove a Firebird, had big hair, and my father’s name was Mario, but hey, I wore Polo shirts!) So, you can imagine the shock I experienced in college when my very blonde date ordered Spaghetti Bolognese and then picked up her knife and started to cut. Cringing inside, but charming as ever, I smiled and said, “Ooooh, please don’t cut your pasta.” She flatly replied, “Don’t get ethnic with me, Ed.” What? Who? Me? Ethnic?
Many years later, needless to say, I am happily ethnic and still courageously educating about pasta etiquette. So forgive me for getting ethnic with you, but please leave the knife and spoon on the table and learn to twirl with a fork. (And yes, if you’re among friends, you can use a little piece of bread for assistance.)
The recipe below is based on that of Chef Dean Caselnova in Brooklyn, who learned at Papa Re Trattoria and Trattoria dalla Gigina in Bologna. It’s the real deal, from Bologna via Brooklyn. Mamma Mia! Now that’s Italian! (Big pinch to right cheek.)
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