“You see, you start out with a little bit of oil. Then you fry some garlic. Then you throw in some tomatoes, tomato paste, you fry it; you make sure it doesn’t stick. You get it to a boil; you shove in all your sausage and your meatballs; heh? … And a little bit o’ wine. An’ a little bit a sugar, and that’s my trick.” - Clemenza
Jewish kids get a bar/bat mitzvah, Italian-(American) kids learn and make their own sauce.
And each person has their own unique take on it, so no two people’s sauces are quite alike. Finding out who was cooking dinner at a gathering is fun that way.
So we can agree that “pasta with meatballs” is not a common dish even in the north of Italy? I rarely see polpette in general at restaurants and I never saw such paring with pasta.
“You see, you start out with a little bit of oil. Then you fry some garlic. Then you throw in some tomatoes, tomato paste, you fry it; you make sure it doesn’t stick. You get it to a boil; you shove in all your sausage and your meatballs; heh? … And a little bit o’ wine. An’ a little bit a sugar, and that’s my trick.” - Clemenza
Jewish kids get a bar/bat mitzvah, Italian-(American) kids learn and make their own sauce.
And each person has their own unique take on it, so no two people’s sauces are quite alike. Finding out who was cooking dinner at a gathering is fun that way.
Meatballs is a Swedish thing and I never saw that in Italy. Which Italian region has meatballs? Except New Jersey.
Italian version is called polpette. More often boiled in a sauce rather that fried in a pan.
So we can agree that “pasta with meatballs” is not a common dish even in the north of Italy? I rarely see polpette in general at restaurants and I never saw such paring with pasta.
Agreed on this. Polpette is supposed to be a second course, while pasta sauces are supposed to be “saucy”, not over-clumpy as polpette
I appreciate your clarification! Well put!
its italian
Meatballs are an everywhere thing, my friend.
In the north, they exist, usually in tomato sauce, but not as a pasta sauce
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This moment from The Godfather is a staple of the “Italian American” fiction, made more ridiculous after The Sopranos.
In the north, they exist, usually in tomato sauce, but not as a pasta sauce
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In the north, they exist, usually in tomato sauce, but not as a pasta sauce
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