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Analog Recipes for the Digital World: Italian for Beginners

So, This is more or less a "sauce" or a condiment as Mario Batali would call it. You might call it a ragout, though I wouldn't because any time you use fancy food words people get all up in your grill and say you're not legit and I aint tryin' to hear that noise. So you and I will call it Arnold.

Arnold is served over cannelini beans (my favorite) and sautéed spinach because they are nutritious and delicious and fairly well mimic the carby goodness of pasta. If you aren't a dieting zealot like me, go ahead and serve it over pasta, orichetti would be my drug of choice.

Stuff:



I used Roma because they were the ones that looked the prettiest at "grocery" store I was at. Shortly jersey is going to be bumping out some hella good tomatoes, I would use those first and firstmostly.

What to do:


I don't know why there is an "R" in my "Fond" but it's early, leave me alone. and watch this if you want to know whats actually going on here.

That hand/arm deftly holding the card in the sunshine is my brother and house-mate. Everybody say hi.

Salt and pepper, as always, is to taste. And while writing EVOO is something that would save me a ton of time, space and sharpie...no. Just no.

Arnold is delicious.

Try this one, you'll like it! Comment below if you're diggin' these recipe posts, share this blog, with lots of people. Please. I know it's very personal and that might feel weird to you, but I'm writing it as much for people who need to hear it as i am for me needing to say it. Plus,I don't want to be a barista for all my days, I'm hoping that if my writing gets some exposure I might be able to move in that direction, professionally. So share share share!

and Mangia Mangia Mangia!

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