Frank Cooks: Tortellini Cro-Am Style With Banana Bread
I don’t get to cook often. I do enjoy it; I love cooking and baking for my wife and children. Time on the other hand isn’t so nice to allow me the opportunity until Saturday or Sunday rolls around. The exception would be days that I don’t have to go to work. The other problem with this would be the MIL. The acronym stands for Mother In Law. She doesn’t care for my cooking.
See, I am an American. American food is rather dull and disgusting according to the MIL. Maybe she ate one to many fast food joints edibles. She claims that Americans have no real cuisine of their own; and to this I can agree with her. We take something, and much like the Ancient Romans; we make it our own and mix it up.
Tonight I decided that my wife needed a cooking break (she does do 99.99% of the cooking) and that I was going to cook. I was in the mood for pasta. I love pasta. Pasta is about the only thing that might even come close to getting between my wife and I. I was debating making my Krpice za Zeljem (Cabbage and Noodles) or a twist on my wife’s Tortellini. When I probed my wife and children about it; only my wife respond. She wanted to know what I was going to do to her Tortellini. So, with that it was settled. I was making Tortellini.
The recipe itself is rather simple. Couple of 500 g bags of Tortellini, and some cheese.
Well, The truth needs to be told. I fucked it up in the end. I added too much milk while thinning the cheese that when it came out of the oven it was more of a slight glaze rather than a cheese sauce. Still it was pretty damn good to eat. Even the MIL, who is not at all fond of what I do in the kitchen, went back for a second plate.
I decided to be an ass and film the kids and my lovely wife with my phone to get their opinions on how bad it was. Daddy doesn’t cook often, so daddy wants to know if daddy made something that the family likes. See, me, myself, and I love hot food. I can eat just about anything with crushed red peppers and hot sauce. I usually doctor all the dinners with both or one of them without fail. I can eat a jar of feferoni that is supposed to be hot and ask where the heat is. I am heavy-handed with spices; so cooking for others I am trying to tone down for them. The responses were… meh for the videos.
Afterwards I decided that I would kill the urge of making Banana Bread; and just make it already. I used an online recipe as a guide; added a banana subtracted the salt and multiplied in some chocolate. It didn’t burn, may look like it; but that’s the half shaved and half chunked chocolate that I used. When everyone got a piece and I asked “well?” I got nods of approval. When we finished our piece of bread and went back to finishing other things; MIL said I could make it again, and when was I? Guess that’s her way of saying “damn boy that was f******* great! Make more NOW! OMFG YUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUM!”