Paisano: Leg of Lamb
Paisano: Leg of Lamb
My good frend Kevin asked me for something to write. To write something? He is very busy right now making a menu for a birthday party. I asked him what he wanted me to write but he said, "I am very busy right now. Write whatever you wish to." I am many many things, but I am not a writer. But Kevin, he said "Write spmething, they will like you and whatever you write." So I hope you forgive me, but for my frend I will write.
But what about? And his birthday party he is planning for a customer gave me an idea. So I will write about a birthday party I made for Nataly. Nataly was very beautiful, not so rich, and she loved to eat. She could eat more than me! And still she was like a young willow tree so slim and wavy and she danced just by being alive like a willow does. She had eyes like a lamb and I told her many times, I will put you on my spit and roast you and eat you all up and Nataly laughed and poured more wine.
So it was her birthday and she was 23 and I went to my frend Michel and got a small leg from a lamb (because, like I said, she had the eyes like a lamb), and I cut the bone out of it.
Do you know it is very hard cutting out the bone when a beautiful woman has her arms around your waist and is kissing you neck and ears. So I made her make a gremolata. Do you know this? Peel a lemon and chop the peel up very very fine (this is I think called zest or gest) and smash some garlic. Two, perhaps three cloves. Then chop up some parsley (the flat kind, not that nasty curly stuff), about a small handful, and mix it all to a paste with some olive oil and salt and pepper. These are the smells of love, and when you love someone they should smell this.
With the gremolata, I spread the inside of the lamb leg so it was all in the niches and pockets. Then I took some string and tied it all up clean. I made a package. Then I took a big black pan and put some olive oil in it (Kevin says I should always say olive oil so people will know that is what I mean but why would you cook with some other oil? If I tell you to bath to I have to tell you the water must be clean?)
I turned on the oven, not hot, below the middle heat, and I put salt and pepper on the leg then I cooked the outside in the black pan in the oil on the burner with hot heat. When the lamb was nice and brown, I put the pan in the oven with the fat on top.
Then I had to take care of Nataly because she bent over the pan to smell it and some oil popped on her chest and I had to make it well.
When Nataly was better. I cut up and cooked some rapini very quick in boiling water. Then poured it into a calendar. I put more water in the pot and put some baby potatoes in it. These I cooked for perhaps 10 minutes.
Nataly had poured more wine and was being very loving because her chest was feeling better, but you can cook or you can make love. So when the potatoes were tender I gave her a fork to mash the potatoes a little bit in a bowl and then put in some chopped up chives and thyme and some greated Parmigiano and some olive oil and salt and pepper and mixed it all up.
The rapini I sautéed in olive oil with garlic, pancetta, and two little anchovy filets that I chopped very small.
When the lamb was ready I cut it and Nataly poured more wine.
The meal was simple and beautiful. It made Nataly happy which was good because Nataly made me happy. I hope my frend Kevin is happy. He is a nice, but a little bit correct.
(Paisano, you did a fine job and I didn't correct a thing. Thanks a bunch. And you'll have to tell me more about Natalie some day, she's sounds like quite a girl. -- Kevin)
My good frend Kevin asked me for something to write. To write something? He is very busy right now making a menu for a birthday party. I asked him what he wanted me to write but he said, "I am very busy right now. Write whatever you wish to." I am many many things, but I am not a writer. But Kevin, he said "Write spmething, they will like you and whatever you write." So I hope you forgive me, but for my frend I will write.
But what about? And his birthday party he is planning for a customer gave me an idea. So I will write about a birthday party I made for Nataly. Nataly was very beautiful, not so rich, and she loved to eat. She could eat more than me! And still she was like a young willow tree so slim and wavy and she danced just by being alive like a willow does. She had eyes like a lamb and I told her many times, I will put you on my spit and roast you and eat you all up and Nataly laughed and poured more wine.
So it was her birthday and she was 23 and I went to my frend Michel and got a small leg from a lamb (because, like I said, she had the eyes like a lamb), and I cut the bone out of it.
Do you know it is very hard cutting out the bone when a beautiful woman has her arms around your waist and is kissing you neck and ears. So I made her make a gremolata. Do you know this? Peel a lemon and chop the peel up very very fine (this is I think called zest or gest) and smash some garlic. Two, perhaps three cloves. Then chop up some parsley (the flat kind, not that nasty curly stuff), about a small handful, and mix it all to a paste with some olive oil and salt and pepper. These are the smells of love, and when you love someone they should smell this.
With the gremolata, I spread the inside of the lamb leg so it was all in the niches and pockets. Then I took some string and tied it all up clean. I made a package. Then I took a big black pan and put some olive oil in it (Kevin says I should always say olive oil so people will know that is what I mean but why would you cook with some other oil? If I tell you to bath to I have to tell you the water must be clean?)
I turned on the oven, not hot, below the middle heat, and I put salt and pepper on the leg then I cooked the outside in the black pan in the oil on the burner with hot heat. When the lamb was nice and brown, I put the pan in the oven with the fat on top.
Then I had to take care of Nataly because she bent over the pan to smell it and some oil popped on her chest and I had to make it well.
When Nataly was better. I cut up and cooked some rapini very quick in boiling water. Then poured it into a calendar. I put more water in the pot and put some baby potatoes in it. These I cooked for perhaps 10 minutes.
Nataly had poured more wine and was being very loving because her chest was feeling better, but you can cook or you can make love. So when the potatoes were tender I gave her a fork to mash the potatoes a little bit in a bowl and then put in some chopped up chives and thyme and some greated Parmigiano and some olive oil and salt and pepper and mixed it all up.
The rapini I sautéed in olive oil with garlic, pancetta, and two little anchovy filets that I chopped very small.
When the lamb was ready I cut it and Nataly poured more wine.
The meal was simple and beautiful. It made Nataly happy which was good because Nataly made me happy. I hope my frend Kevin is happy. He is a nice, but a little bit correct.
(Paisano, you did a fine job and I didn't correct a thing. Thanks a bunch. And you'll have to tell me more about Natalie some day, she's sounds like quite a girl. -- Kevin)
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