Showing posts with label Davide Maestri. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Davide Maestri. Show all posts

29 October 2015

AUNTIE PASTA: Tiramisu, I Love You

CHIAVARI, Italy –A few years back, when I lived in Milan, I worked for Women’s Wear Daily, a fashion newspaper based in New York. As a journalist, I never worked alone.  None of the journalists did, nor do they now. We were always assigned photographers and while all the photographers were nice, my favorite was Davide Maestri.  
Treviso, Italy  
Davide started working for WWD when the office in Milan first opened and he knew everyone in the business. He also knew all the ins and outs of the Italian fashion world. Women’s Wear Daily is owned by publishing giant Conde Nast, so his photographs made the front pages not just of WWD, but all the sister publications like W and Vogue, Vogue Italia, as well as many other fashion magazines and newspapers in Italy and the USA, and they still do.

We covered a lot of assignments together, years of assignments, not only in Milan but in Florence, Bologna, Lake Como and lots of places in between. I really liked working with him, he was the consummate professional but he had one little quirk. He wouldn’t eat in a restaurant  unless they had tiramisu’ on the dessert menu. He loved tiramisu. He was mad for tiramisu, so much so that over the years he had become a tiramisu expert. No matter what city we were in, he knew which restaurants made the best tiramisu, and why it was the best.
Antico Ristorante Le Beccherie  
I often teased him about his passion and said that he and I should write a book about tiramisu, but he didn’t care about writing a book or even taking photos of it, he just liked to eat it. I confess, it’s okay as a dessert but I thought its history was interesting, even if much of the food history here in Italy is a bit muddled. The tiramisu story that I like best dates back to the late 1800’s and a bordello in the northern town of Treviso, a short distance from Venice.

It seems that the bordellos in Treviso were always trying to come up with ways to attract new clients, or steal them from their competition. When one bordello began offering a cup of espresso coffee to its patrons, the other bordellos in town soon followed suit. As competition heated up, some bordellos began offering savoiardi cookies (lady fingers) to dunk in the cups of espresso coffee, or a glass of wine or other alcoholic beverages.
Le Beccheirie's Tiramisu  
One enterprising Madam, who probably didn’t have a sufficient supply of savoiardi cookies on hand, decided to combine the cookies with the coffee and bind it together with Mascarpone cheese and eggs. She named her dish Tiramisu, which means “pick me up”, a tongue-in-cheek way of saying some of her clients may have need of a little “pick me up” after visiting the ladies of the house. It may also have been an incentive to get the men up and out, instead of wanting to hang around and take a nap.

This story is highly contested by Treviso’s Antico Ristorante Le Beccherie which claims the dish was first prepared by the restaurant's  pastry chef, Loly Linguanotto, less than two decades ago. Their story is that back in 1970, after the birth of her son, Ada Campoel, the owner of Le Beccherie, wanted to create a desert that would give her energy.  

 A Few Simple Ingredients
Truthfully, I think the bordello story is more credible because Ada could have just cooked up a pot of spinach or radicchio, which is one of the top crops in Treviso, and she would have had energy to spare. But it’s not for me to judge.  Instead, here are two recipes for tiramisu. The first recipe is from Giuliano Bugialli’s Classic Techniques of Italian Cooking. While Bugialli makes his own marscapone cheese and ladyfingers, trust me, if you buy good quality mascarpone and lady fingers, it will work just fine. The second is a video demonstration on how to make tiramisu, which you will find at the bottom of this page.

Giuliano Bugialli's Tiramisu

Serves 12

8 ounces of bittersweet chocolate
24 ladyfingers*
2 cups of strong espresso coffee cooled
6 eggs separated
6 heaping tablespoons of granulated sugar
1 lb of marscapone

*if using store bought ladyfingers toast them in a 375 degree oven for about 15 minutes.

Chop the chocolate coarsely.

Put the ladyfingers on a plate and lightly brush them with the cold coffee 

Arrange half of the ladyfingers in a rectangular or oval dish, at least 2” high

Use a wooden spoon to mix the egg yolks together with the sugar in a ceramic bowl. Mix until the sugar is completely incorporated and the egg yolks have turned a lighter color. Then add the mascarpone and stir gently. In a copper (or glass) bowl beat the egg whites with a wire whisk until they are stiff. Gently fold the whiles into the mascarpone-egg yolk mixture.

Use half of this mixture to make a layer on top of the ladyfingers in the serving dish. Sprinkle with half of the chopped chocolate. Repeat the procedure to make another layer of soaked ladyfingers, the mascarpone mixture and the chopped chocolate.

Cover with aluminum foil and refrigerate for at least 2 hours before serving.

The second recipe is a video recipe (in English) that demonstrates another Tiramisu recipe. They are basically the same recipe, with just a couple of small differences. For example, the cook on the video does not toast the ladyfingers, but that may be because the ladyfingers sold in Italy are already toasty enough. I’m not sure. The video is from a very good Italian cooking site called Giallo Zafferano, and I’m sure Davide would give both of these recipe a thumbs up.


03 October 2013

AUNTIE PASTA: Tiramisu



CHIAVARI, Italy –A few years back, when I lived in Milan, I worked for the fashion  newspaper Women’s Wear Daily. As a journalist, I never worked alone.  None of the journalists did, nor do they now. We were always assigned photographers and one of my favorite photographers was Davide Maestri. He was great to work with.  
 
 Hosteria del Sole, Bologna, Italy
Davide started working for WWD when the office in Milan first opened and he knew everyone in the business. He also knew all the ins and outs of the Italian fashion world. Women’s Wear Daily is owned by publishing giant Conde Nast, so his photographs made the front pages not just of WWD, but all the sister publications like W and Vogue Italia, as well as many other fashion magazines and newspapers in Italy and the USA, and they still do.

We covered a lot of assignments together, years of assignments, not only in Milan but in Florence, Bologna and lots of places in between. I really liked working with him, he was the consummate professional but he had one little quirk. He didn’t like to eat in a restaurant that didn’t have tiramisu’ on the menu. He loved tiramisu. He was mad for tiramisu, so much so that over the years he had become a tiramisu expert. No matter what city we were in, he knew which restaurants made the best tiramisu, and why it was the best, and what was wrong with the tiramisu of the other restaurants who didn’t make the cut.
 Passion for Tiramisu
I often teased him about his passion and said that he and I should write a book on tiramisu, but he didn’t care about writing a book, he just liked to eat it. I confess, it’s okay as a desert but I’m much more interested in its history, and like so many things Italian, the history of tiramisu is a little muddled.  The most colorful story of its beginning dates back to the late 1800’s in a bordello in the northern town of Treviso, a short distance from Venice.

It seems that there was a lot of competition for clients between the bordellos of Treviso and as an incentive to attract clients, one bordello began offering a cup of espresso coffee to its patrons. The other bordellos in town soon followed suit. As competition heated up, some bordellos began offering savoiardi cookies (lady fingers) to dunk in the cups of espresso coffee, or a glass of wine or other alcoholic beverage.
 Treviso
One enterprising Madam, who probably didn’t have a sufficient supply of savoiardi cookies on hand, decided to combine the cookies with the coffee and bind it together with Marscarpone cheese and eggs. She named her dish Tiramisu, which means “pick me up” which some of her clients may have needed after visiting the “ladies” of the house. It may also have been an incentive to get the men up and out, instead of wanting to hang around and take a nap.

This story is highly contested by Treviso’s Trattoria Alle Beccherie which claims the dish was first prepared by their pastry chef, Loly Linguanotto, less than two decades ago. Their story is that back in 1970,  after the birth of her son, Ada Campoel, the owner of Alle Beccherie, wanted to create a desert that would give her energy.  The truth maybe somewhere in the middle as the Trattoria is in a very old building in the historic center of Treviso and the bordello in question may very well have been in the same building.
 Beccherie's Tiramisu
Here are two recipes for tiramisu. The first is from Giuliano Bugialli’s Classic Techniques of Italian Cooking. While Bugialli makes his own marscapone cheese and lady fingers, trust me, if you buy good brands of marscapone and lady fingers, it will work just fine.

Tiramisu
Serves 12
8 ounces of bittersweet chocolate
24 ladyfingers*
2 cups of strong espresso coffee cooled
6 eggs separated
6 heaping tablespoons of granulated sugar
1 lb of marscapone

*if using store bought ladyfingers toast them in a 375 degree oven for about 15 minutes.

Chop the chocolate coarsely.

Put the ladyfingers on a plate and lightly brush them with the cold coffee 

Arrange half of the ladyfingers in a rectangular or oval dish, at least 2” high


Use a wooden spoon to mix the egg yolks together with the sugar in a ceramic bowl. Mix until the sugar is completely incorporated and the egg yolks have turned a lighter color. Then add the mascarpone and stir gently. In a copper (or glass) bowl beat the egg whites with a wire whisk until they are stiff. Gently fold the whiles into the mascarpone-egg yolk mixture.

Use half of this mixture to make a layer on top of the ladyfingers in the serving dish. Sprinkle with half of the chopped chocolate. Repeat the procedure to make another layer of soaked ladyfingers, the mascarpone mixture and the chopped chocolate.

Cover with aluminum foil and refrigerate for at least 2 hours before serving.

The second recipe is a video recipe (in English) that demonstrates another Tiramisu recipe. They are basically the same, with just a couple of small differences. For example, the cook on the video does not toast the ladyfingers, and truthfully, I don’t think it’s necessary either. The video is from a very good Italian site called Giallo Zafferano, and I’m sure Davide would give this recipe a thumbs up.


30 June 2013

LIFE: Game Changer



CHIAVARI, Italy - A couple of years ago the UK’s Guardian newspaper published a series of articles written by writers about a defining moment in their lives. The series was called Once Upon a Life and out of the 80 or so writers the only names I recognized were George Pelecanos, the brilliant mind behind The Wire, and Peter Leonard, whose claim to fame is unfortunately based on the fact that he is the son of Elmore Leonard, one of the greatest writers of all time.

My Favorite Piazza, Rome, Italy
Some of the writers, in fact most of them, talked about experiences in their childhood – going to summer camp for the first time, going away to boarding school or other events that took them out of their ordinary day and put them in unfamiliar and often challenging circumstances. For Pelecanos it was his father’s heart attack that pushed him at the age of 18 into running the family business, a diner in Washington, D.C.,  and for Leonard, it was being arrested in Rome, Italy for stealing a taxi cab and ending up in an Italian jail.

It got me wondering if I had ever had such a defining moment in my life, and I decided no, I had not.  Nothing as dramatic as their events had ever happened to me, at least not an event that changed my life. I have had some life changing experiences, but totally normal ones which did not affect me anymore than they affect anyone else – getting married for example, having children, getting divorced.  But then I realized I was wrong and sometimes life-changing events take place in a very un-dramatic way.   

 Rome's Fiumicino Airport
You might think that moving to Italy would qualify as a life changing event, but I think it was something    that occurred long before that that was really the game changer. It happened on my first trip to Italy, and no it wasn’t the glories of Rome that seduced me, or the beauty of Florence or even the Italian Riviera. I hadn’t gotten to that part yet, I was still in the airport.

We had just gotten off the plane and were making our way across Rome’s Fiumicino Airport when a very strange feeling came over me. It was in that moment I knew that I would live in Italy. I didn’t know when, I didn’t know how, I just knew it would happen.  And all the time I was there I felt as if I had  come home after being away for a very long time.

Still Near and Dear to My Heart, Philadelphia, PA 
When I got back to Philadelphia, I started to study Italian.  There were some forms that took forever to master and even years later, the best fashion photographer I ever worked with, Davide Maestri, would always correct me when at the end of the day I would say ‘siamo finiti’, which in Milanese jargon translates to ‘we are dead’ instead of ‘abbiamo finito’, we have finished.   
Italian is a tough language to learn.  I was a single mother, I had plural children, I was also in a full time relationship and held down a full time job. Time to study? What a joke. I barely had time to buy groceries. But study I did. Every morning for one half hour I sat with my ‘Learn to Speak Italian’ book and struggled through those beastly conjugations as I sipped my first cup of coffee of the day.

Then I discovered RAI International had started broadcasting in the United States – RAI being the Italian state-owned radio and television company and I could now watch programs direct from Italy, in Italian right in Philadelphia. But because of the six hour time difference between the USA and Italy, the programs were broadcast when I was at work. So I taped them – using those big black reels of tape and my VCR. That meant that every minute I was in the apartment there was an Italian program playing on my TV. 

Le 'Veline" of Mediaset 
It drove everyone mad, but I persisted and listened to speeches by the then President of Italy, by the Prime Minister, watched scantily clad ‘veline’ (showgirls) prancing around on stage under one pretext or another and through it all I understood nothing. But I persisted.

Inside my apartment I lived in Italy, but outside my door it was still Philadelphia. I remember thinking how happy I would be when I would walk out the door and find Italy.  It took more than 10 years to get here, 10 years of times, many times, when I wondered if I would make it. But whatever it was that happened to me that day walking through Fiumicino Airport, was my life changer. I never really believed in destiny, I always believed we made our own destiny – until that day, until Italy.