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read what her granddaughter says about Lucy in the pied piper's kitchen Tantalizing aromas flooded the kitchen, filled the house, beckoned to hungry children and adults alike. The delicious aromas of succulent meatballs on Sunday, the heavenly fragrance of tomato sauce bubbling on the stove. And there was always a bite of fresh cooked meatball for those of us who sauntered in. I seldom took a bite without inhaling deeply. I still do. Holidays were best. My mother bustled about the kitchen, rolling out the dough for plump ravioli. Ohhh, they were heavenly! She had a special ravioli board three feet square on which she worked. She made a row of several ravioli at a time, dotting each line with dollops of fragrant ricotta. Then she would fold over the dough, press out and cut each square. It was my job to press them closed with the tips of a fork. She did everything swiftly, precisely and with a minimum of wasted effort. She has a delicate but sure touch in everything she did. Simple homely dishes evoked huge hunger pangs. She did a variation of Pasta "Fazula" that starts with the skin of prosciutto. Imagine! During the depression, she could go to the butcher and ask for its skin and bones - he'd give them to her free. She added tomato sauce, beans and potatoes. Voila! patat' e fagioli. Oh, how contentedly that wonderful meal filled a hungry little belly. We always had cookies - taralli, biscotti, sesame cookies, amaretti made with almond paste. She always prepared a heap of cookies for Christmas, and for her grandchildren who treasure the memory. (read mimi's story) When we were children my brother relaxed with the men, smiling and sniffing deeply as the enticing aromas emanated from the busy kitchen. Even my brother became a cook by faithfully following Mom's recipes. My brother, who, when we were children, relaxed with the men, smiling and sniffing deeply as the enticing aromas emanated from the busy kitchen. She worked full time during most of my childhood, but she crocheted fine lace tablecloths, sewed her own and her children's clothes. Where did she find the time? ABOUT CARMEN: Carmen is a freelance writer and a limericiste of international renown. Modestly, she describes herself this way: "I am her bursting with pride daughter who inherited Lucy's love of cooking and doing things well. I am an ardent gardener, serious bridge player, love to eat and laugh." She would like you to visit Lucy's page.
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