Kaneohegirlinaz
Wannabe TV Chef
My fantastic American-Italian husband has been asking for the jarred peppers like his grandmother made.
She would, so I've been told, put up peppers in her basement each year for a ever-ending supply.
When ever a kid dropped by after school, they got a sandwich made of her freshly baked bread, peppers and eggs and this is heaven for my DH.
I tried it twice and they just didn't cut it. They looked right, but wrong taste.
WDIK! I'm from Hawaii and had never heard of such a thing, until he took me 'back home' to Philly.
Oh my gravy all over my two scoops rice (that's OMG! in my world)!
He took me to this Italian 'joint' not far from where he grew up and MAN!
The antipasti plate was ambrosia.
I have searched for years now for the right recipe to put up my own peppers like nonni's (and no, on one in the family knows the secret, they simply ate her's).
She would, so I've been told, put up peppers in her basement each year for a ever-ending supply.
When ever a kid dropped by after school, they got a sandwich made of her freshly baked bread, peppers and eggs and this is heaven for my DH.
I tried it twice and they just didn't cut it. They looked right, but wrong taste.
WDIK! I'm from Hawaii and had never heard of such a thing, until he took me 'back home' to Philly.
Oh my gravy all over my two scoops rice (that's OMG! in my world)!
He took me to this Italian 'joint' not far from where he grew up and MAN!
The antipasti plate was ambrosia.
I have searched for years now for the right recipe to put up my own peppers like nonni's (and no, on one in the family knows the secret, they simply ate her's).