Showing posts with label Sinatra. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sinatra. Show all posts

Sunday, August 31, 2014

Mommy's Stuffed Peppers




Stuffed Peppers alla Lucia

As I walked out of my apartment in Greenwich Village, something hit me. It was an unmistakeable smell ... A smell and aromas that instantly brought me back to my youth and my mother cooking the dish. Yes I know that smell quite well and can easily identify. The smell? Why Stuffed Peppers of course! As the peppers roast, stuffed most likely with ground beed mixed with rice (to strecth-out the beef), garlic and grated Parmiggiano Reggiano with tomato sauce. Yes the smell is quite wonderful and when I remember as my mother cooked the dish often. Stuffed Peppers along with; Meatballs, Stuffed Artichokes, Meatlaof, Eggplant, Braciole, and Stuffed Shells were one of the main-stays of my mothers Italian roots repetoire. A dish I always loved, but releived as I walked out my door the other day, a dish, just like Stuffed Shells and Chicken Cacctiatore that are hardly ever eat these days. I pondered why, and decided there was no good reason and I have to remedy this little delema, and soon.
I haven't had the dish in quite some time,  and decided I must have it soon. I went to the supermarket and got all the ingredients,; the Green Bell Peppers, ground beef, a can of San Marzano Tomatoes, and rice. I bought the Grated Parmiggiano at Raffetto's around the block and I was all set to go.
First things first, so I put the rice on to cook.  I got a little tomato sauce going with garlic, olive oil, Pepperoncino, and the San Marzano's,   I chopped the Italian Parsely, onions, and Garlic for the stuffing, and got things ready.
  I got 6 peppers that I would cut the tops off, then pull out the core inside. 
So the rice had finished cooking and cooled down, and it was time to put in a mixing bowl with the ground beef, garlic, chopped onions, grated cheese, and parsley. Season with salt and Black Pepper, throw in one egg and mix with my hands till everything was well mixed, just they mommy did. The stuffing was ready to stuff into the peppers. Fill all the peppers with the beef mixture, top them with their tops, pot some tomato sauce in the casserole dish, place the peppers in there, and throw them in the oven. In a little more than an hour they'd be done.
I pot on some Sinatra and Louie Prima, cracked open a "Nice Bottle of Chianti," as Anthony Hopkins would say, and waited for the Peppers to cook. 
Now I was making my own again, and I'm sure some of the neighbors were jealous as I was the other day, smelling those tasty Stuffed Peppers one of my neighbors was making, but none would I have. Not that day anyway, but now, and time for others to be wanting and not me. I'm sorry I can't feed everyone. Now anyone who knows me, knows that I love to cook and feed others. My friends, family, whoever, and this often do, of which many will attest to.
Well noone is coming today. I'm gonna eat a couple of these suckers today, and the rest I'll leave in the frig and have 3 or 4 more meals of these babies during the week, Stuffed Peppers, Chianti, and Sinatra, "yes life is good at times," times like these ....



Daniel Bellino-Zwicke


LUCIA'S STUFFED PEPPERS
in
Daniel Bellino's
SUNDAY SAUCE

When Italian-AMericans Cook



Thursday, April 10, 2014

New York Italian





PATSY'S
"FRANK SINATRA 'S FAVORITE"
West 56th Street
NEW YORK, NY





Frank Sinatra & Ava Gardner

"MANGIA BENE"





RAO'S
East Harlem, New York

New York's Toughest Table

Cause "Frankie No" Says "NO" !!!!






JOHN'S PIZZERIA
Bleecker Street
Greenwich Village
NEW YORK







FAICCO'S
Manhattan's Best Pork Store
Bleecker Street, Greenwich Village




GABAGOOL !!!!


PIZZA

NEW YORK & AMERICA'S
BEST PIZZA
DiFar Pizza
Avenue J , Brooklyn, NY




The MAESTRO of PIZZA
Mr. Dom DeMarco




BAR PITTI
The # 1 Best Italian Trattoria
in NEW YORK
Greenwich Village
and
"CELEBRITY CENTRAL"





CARBONE
Formely Rocco's Restorante
For More Than 70 Years
In Greewnich Village
Now New York's Hottest New Restaurant





NEW YORK'S BEST SUNDAY SAUCE
"GRAVY"
Recipes & Stories In SUNDAY SAUCE
by Daniel Bellino-Zwicke



Ingredients
For
SUNDAY SAUCE alla BELLINO



THE BELLINO FAMILY
1939
Philipo, Lucia, Tony, Josephina
Philipo & Josephina Bellino Were Both Born
In "Lecarra Freddi" SICILY
The Same Town as The SINATRA FAMILY
and CHARLES "LUCKY" LUCCIANO




BAR PITTI
NEW YORK'S # 1 BEST TRATTORIA
and
"CELEBRITY CENTRAL"

Greenwich Village, New York




A MEATBALL PARM SANDWICH

Read About Meatball Parm Mondays
in
Daniel Bellino-Zwicke 's
SUNDAY SAUCE
"When Italian-Americans Cook"


 GINO'S

In Memeory of GINO'S
One of NY'S GREATEST
ITALIAN RESTAURANTS
EVER !!!!




CLEMENZA (Richard Castellano)
SHOWS MICHAEL (Al Pacino)
HOW To MAKE
SUNDAY SAUCE alla CLEMENZA








VESUVIO
Prince Street
Soho, New York

photo Daniel Bellino-Zwicke


NEWPORT STEAKS

Chianti, Barolo, Brunello
and
Newport Steaks
in
Greewnich Village
New York



La TAVOLA
Is
NEW YORK ITALIAN




CAFFE DANTE

NEW YORK'S BEST ESPRESSO

Greenwich Village New York


photo Daniel Bellino-Zwicke




Ingredients
The NEGRONI
Cocktail

at
Daniel Bellino's House



photo Daniel Bellino-Zwicke




FLORENCE ITALIAN MEAT MARKET

Creators of The NEWPORT STEAK

GREENWICH VILLAGE, NEW YORK





Newport Steaks
From Florence Prime Meat Market
Greenwich Village





SPAGHETTI & MEATBALLS

Recipe In SUNDAY SAUCE





CAFFE REGGIO

GREENWICH VILLAGE
NEW YORK


photo Daniel Bellino-Zwicke





NEW YORK ITALIAN
GREENWICH VILLAGE RESIDENT
MARIO BATALI


For The WORLD'S BEST ITALIAN
SUNDAY SAUCE GRAVY
Click Above !!!


For SUNDAY SAUCE
"GRAVY"




Italian Cookbook Author
Greenwich Village Native
Daniel Bellino-Zwicke
Making SAUCE 
In Greenwich Village



Sirio Maccioni
Founder of Le Cirrque
and
Creator of "PASTA PRIMAVERA"
Recipe in SUNDAY SAUCE






SINATRA

"JUST BECAUSE"




MULBERRY STREET
LITTLE ITALY
New York

























Wednesday, March 6, 2013

SINATRA







   Sinatra. The name? What does it that word, the name invoke? Well for me and millions of  Italian-Americans over the years, the name Sinatra conjures mostly love, Happiness,  good-times,  wonderful memories, and “Pride.” These emotions that are all one really need to be happy and content. That’s what is important. Along with good health and family togetherness. And, by the way, you don’t have to be Italian-American to love Sinatra, most everyone does.
    My love of Frank Sinatra, the man and his music began when I  was a young boy  growing up in East Rutherford,  New Jersey,  always in sight  of the wondrous skyline of my beloved New York City. As far back as I can remember,  my  mother used to play all her fine records  on her  RCA  Victor  Record Player. Songs like Strangers in The Night,  The  Summer  Wind, The Lady  is  a Tramp,  Fly Me to the Moon, Come Fly with  Me,  and  so many more. She played Sinatra all  the time, along with Sammy, Dino, Elvis, Al Martino,  Tony Bennett and  Nat King Cole. Those were her favorites and  Frank Sinatra was always  number one for the entire  Bellino Family, especially for Me, my Mother, Sister Barbara, and Uncle Frank.  
    Whether listening to a record or seeing the man live, this man  sang with so much emotion that you could  actually feel it within yourself, the feelings and emotions he  was trying  to convey.  He tried and he always succeeded, whether he was singing a fun happy  song  like  “Luck Be  a Lady,”  “I’ve  Got  the World on a  String”,  or the incredible  way  he sang a torch song,  and  sang  these songs in a way no other could.  Songs  of  lost love  and  Bittersweet  Romances like  “You  and Me,”  The  World  We Knew,  The Second Time  Around,  and  “If  I Had You,”  many others of  course.  You could  feel the pain of hurt and lost love. They say the reason he had  this very  special touch  with torch songs was because he was thinking  of,  and singing  about  the Greatest Love of  his life,  Ava Gardner, Frank’s proverbial Girl That Got Away.
    The man  had such a way with lyrics and music, he’d  take  those  songs  and  make  them his own. These  songs  were, still, are, and always will be wonderful  gifts  to his hundreds of millions of  fans, to The World, to the history of mankind, to the Millions Who Loved and adored him, Frank Sinatra.
   We Italian-Americans  are deeply proud that he was one  of our own.  He  was an Icon, The Twentieth Century’s  greatest  entertainer,  a National Treasure and source  of pride,  whom Italians looked-up-to and could brag  about, he was of Italian blood, same as us. That our roots  were from the same place (my family in particular the Bellino family came from the same town as Sinatra Family in Sicily, Lercara Friddi) as well as so many  of  our  forbearers  of  Italy to  precede us, people like Leonardo Da Vinci,  Brunelleschi, Giotto, Verrazano, Columbus,  Marconi, and Michael Angelo. In America we had Italian Americans like; Joe Di Maggio, Dean Martin (Dino Crochetti), Tony Bennett (Anthony Benedtto),  Al  Pacino,  Francis  Ford  Coppola,  Robert Mondavi,  Jake La  Motta, Rocky  Marciano,  and so many more, and of all those incredible people, Sinatra was tops. He still is.
   There are have  been all kinds of great singers in this  World,  people like  Marvin Gaye, Diana Ross, Dean Martin, Al Green, Pavarotti, and on-and-on, but never a performer quite like Sinatra.  His singing,  the way he handled  a song, was beyond compare. Frank sang with incredible feelings and emotions.
   If  you were fortunate to ever see Sinatra perform  live, it  was an experience like no  other. You know how he makes  you feel so good when  you listen to one  of  his many  great recordings?  Well  multiply  that  by 100  and  you just start  to  understand. The emotions  one  felt  at  a  Sinatra Concert.  Emotions quite similar to the magical  euphoric  feelings  you’d get  as  a child running down  to the  Christmas Tree,  opening  your presents on Christmas Day. You’d get that special toy you’d  been dreaming of, and. You are in Seventh Heaven. Euphoria!  Do you remember?
    For any great  Sinatra fan, seeing  the man perform live, being  at a  Sinatra  Concert, it’s akin to being a child again,  under that Christmas Tree,  to open that  special present, that’s a Sinatra  Concert. Better!
    When you went to a Sinatra Concert there would be so much love, joy,  happiness, and adulation for the man  that you could literally feel it in the air. It made  you shiver and sent chills up and down your spine, “Literally.” People would  be screaming out, “We love you  Frank”, both men  and women, and he’d reply back,  “I  love you too”,  in  a way,  only
Frank  could do. He truly did Love and appreciate his  fans and had such a fantastic rapport with his audience.
    Frank had  great  conversations with his audience. Guys felt as his pal,  and women his lover, these are messages he conveyed, and his fans adored him for it.
There have been so many great performers over the years, but there never was, there is not now, and there will never  ever be another  quite like that man, Francis Albert Sinatra. Never.
    I’ve been a tremendous fan of his since early childhood.  I grew  up listening  to the Beatles, Elvis, The Rolling Stones, all the great Motown and Philadelphia  Sound artists,  as well as many other Rock and Pop Stars.
   Along with the Pop, R&B, and Rock music that most  kids of  my  age  would  listen to at the time, I  added artists of my parent’s generation as well,  artist  like;  like Sinatra,  the rest of the Rat Pack,  Louis Armstrong,  Bobby Darin, and others. These artists that most  children and young adults didn’t  listen to  unless they  were the chosen few who had the good  taste and capacity to appreciate at tender young  ages, musicians like; Armstrong, Sinatra, Ella Fitzgerald  and others. No matter that these older  artists were of their generation or not, their music was great, and even at such a young age, I could love and appreciate. Sammy, Sinatra, Dean and others were great performers  who made great music, and that all there was to it.
    When I was in high school, I had a few friends who  were heavily into Sinatra as well.  Most kids thought he  was “boring”  and  old-fashioned. We knew better!   We were all  of  Italian  ancestry and we were proud of  him  and of ourselves that although we were from another era, we were sophisticated enough, at such young ages to appreciate great performers of our parents and grandparents generation, we were Cool and  we  knew it!  Hey, Facts-Are-Facts, and that was a fact, “We Were Cool.” We looked  at  ourselves as The Jr. Rat Pack, Cool, Sophisticated, and Confident!!! Frank gave us that confidence and
Bravado! 
 The sad day in which Frank Sinatra passed away,
I  received four messages of condolence, one from my sister Barbara, one from my brother-in-law Noel, one  from  my friend Selena, and one from my good buddy Jimmy Starace.  That’s how much  I loved the man, what a big fan I was, and all my friends and family knew it, thus the messages of condolence. I  wouldn’t be surprised if that happened to a couple Million other Sinatra fans as well.
   We were blessed with his presence for a long time. We  still are, through all  his fabulous recordings (12   Hundred Songs )  and  the memories, they evoke
feelings of  girlfriends, Love, our  mothers,  fathers, and of Frank.
    I made sure that  I went to see the man perform live on seven extraordinary  occasions. These concerts hold many wonderful memories that I will have for the rest of my life, along with the numerous dinners  with friends and family spent listening to his incomparable recordings and having Sinatra Parties on  Saturday nights when WNEW AM in New York used to  have a  show every Saturday night for years called  “Saturday  with Sinatra”, well,  as only New Yorkers could do.
   New Yorkers being Franks most loyal fans. This
is  where he  got his start.  The show  was hosted by Sid Marx’s. Sid and some of his special guests would tell all sorts of wonderful stories about Frank. There would be guests who knew Frank personally, as well as listeners  who would call in and tell stories of how they  “Fell  in Love”  listening to Sinatra or how they met him one time, or of performances that they went to. The show was three hours of listening to Sinatra’s unrivaled music and of stories and antidotes of “The Man.” For Sinatara Fans, this weekly Saturday Night Show was pure bliss.
   Sinatra was loved all over the World, and people could tell you all sorts of interesting antidotes pertaining to all parts of the globe. I have a particular interesting memory of  him combined  with a great food and wine trip in Italy. I  was in the small wine town  of  Greve in Chianti  Classico, Italy having a nice  little  dinner  with  a  friend.  We  were in this
great  little Enoteca eating  the famed local Salumi
and Paparadelle  with Wild  Boar Ragu. We were a
bit surprised (I don’t know why) to hear both Sinatra  and  Billy Holiday  recordings playing at this little  place.  The owner  walked by  to  see how we were doing. I  gave him a thumbs-up and told him, “Great music”.
    “You  like Billy Holiday?” he inquired.  We had a nice little conversation with him about Billy, Sinatra, and wine.
    He told us that he had lived and worked for a few years  in New York.  This guy was  a big fan of Frank,
Billy Holliday, and New York City. So, that’s Sinatra, loved  the World over,  even in little towns like Greve in Chianti.






SINATRA Excerted from La TAVOLA by Daniel Bellino-Zwicke
 


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