I love this picture of my Grandma. She looks so sassy. In fact, when I flipped the picture over, that’s exactly what my mom had written on the back. “Sassy Dec. ’79”
My Grandma came to the United States from Italy with her mother when she was 12 years old. Her father had come here when she was 2 to work and save enough money for his wife and daughter to join him. Less than two months after my grandmother and my great-grandmother arrived here, he died of a brain tumor. I come form a long line of strong women. My great-grandmother stayed in this strange country with her young daughter, eventually remarried, and built a life for my grandmother.
Family was everything to my grandma. My mom spoke very highly of her mother in law, she talked about how when we would show up once a month to visit, my mom was able to drop everything, and my grandma would pick up where she left off, taking care of us and cooking for us. I remember that when we would arrive, we would run to the basement where there was an extra oven and find where my grandma was keeping the meatballs warm. We’d snag some out of the ceramic bowl before we ran off to play.
When I was born I was the first granddaughter for my grandma after eight grandsons!
And I was lucky enough to have her dote on me.
I loved her.
Also, is it any wonder that I’m a little nutty? Look where I came from.
Anyway, enough of my old family photos. We were headed to the awkward years anyway. Back to the love and the food.
My grandma’s food was amazing. If that woman put out a cookbook today, it would be a best seller. My dad used to always tell me about how she would make hundreds of ravioli by hand to help feed his high school football team. There was only one problem with her cooking. She never wrote down her recipes!! My mom told me that she would chase my grandma, who passed away when I was eleven, around the kitchen, trying to write down what she was doing. “How much salt was that??” my mom would ask. “I don’t know, a dash!” my grandma would respond. So in a way, all this amazing cooking was sort of lost.
So when I saw this newspaper article with six, SIX, of my grandma’s recipes it was like hitting the jackpot! (I have no idea, by the way, why she was featured in her local paper. I didn’t even ask. Or read the article. I was in a trance from seeing her recipes written down!) So far I have tried two, stuffed eggplant and biscotti, and tasting them is like being a small girl sitting in her kitchen with my family while she refuses to sit down and makes more food to love us with.
On to the Stuffed Eggplant!! I halved this recipe (though I will list the full recipe at the bottom), and it was a big lunch for two people. It would have made a good dinner for four with a salad and some pasta.
Start by cutting an eggplant in half, and gutting it.
Blanch the eggplant, or, if you aren’t a chef either, look on Wikipedia and figure out what that means. Four minutes in boiling water.
Drain, chop the innards, and combine them with meat, egg, and breadcrumbs.
While the eggplant is baking, make some sauce. Of course you could top this with jarred sauce, but the homemade sauce is super easy and I feel like it is what really makes it taste like lunch at grandmas.
(A better blogger would have pictures of the whole process, but I had a cranky baby, a busy four year old, a lunch guest, and her delightful son in my home while making these.)
Take the eggplant out of the oven, top with the sauce and put it all back in the oven for 10 minutes.