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On 06/12/2022 09:00 PM, Don Y wrote:
The tacos and KBF were from California TV programs. \'And the prize is a
pass for two to KBF\' was usually said that led me to believe it wasn\'t
rated too highly.
I recall spaghetti, lasangna, maybe shells, egg noodles, and the
ubiquitous elbow macaroni. \'Pasta\' wasn\'t used as a descriptor with the
exception of pasta fagioli, but that was said as one word \'pastafazoo\'.
When pasta became more widely used I thought it was sort of an upper
crust word for spaghetti.
It was NYS so I guess it was NY style by definition. A far as I knew it
was just pizza. My uncle lived in the city and I liked going to his
place. He\'d phone the bar at the of the block and later I would go pick
it up at the ladies\' entrance. We never had pizza at home s it was a treat.
That was much better than when the half in the bag adults would try to
make a pizza from a Chef Boyardee pizza kit.
For me, ricotta falls into the \'gimme a spoon\' category.
As far as I can remember any ravioli I\'ve ever had came out of a
Franco-American can.
I haven\'t dine lasagna in a long time. I think the last effort was
spinach and a variety of cheeses.
Shades of the Gilroy Garlic Festival. It\'s often foggy on that stretch
but you know when you\'re getting close. I\'ve planted garlic when the
cloves were sprouting just to see what I\'d get. I\'ve never seen an
artichoke in bloom. I\'ve eaten pickled artichoke hearts but never did
the field strip the thing and dip the ends in hollandaise sauce thing.
Life is too short.
Ah, cashews, a relative of poison ivy. Forget the first person to eat a
lobster; who was the first person to figure out there was something
edible in there.
I liked the Catskill Game Farm. No Disneyland, Sherman\'s Amusement Park
at Caroga Lake was the local hot spot. Averill Park was down to a
carousel and miniature train ride when I was a kid but it was only a few
miles away. It\'s claim to fame is Jerry Lewis once worked as a soda jerk
at the drug store. Later he was just a jerk.
A couple of summers we went to Old Orchard. It was seedy the last time I
was there but I think it\'s made a comeback.
The trucking company I worked for had a terminal near State College and
Ball Rd, a mile from Disneyland. I was in town for the Rodney King
riots, sitting in my truck reading, when Dizzyland had their evening
fireworks extravaganza. Needless to say I was out of the truck locked
and loaded before I figured out what it was.
Never went there although I did make it to Disneyworld in the \'80s.
Tacos were some sort of Califoria in-joke like Knotts Berry Farm that
I didn\'t get as a kid.
I never heard the term growing up -- the \"communities\" were all composed
of european descendants so lots of \"ethnic\" foodstuffs in THAT sense.
I probably knew 30 different pasta shapes (and the advantages of each)
and at least that many different pasta *dishes*, sauce styles, etc.
Galobki, pierogi, potato pancakes, etc
The tacos and KBF were from California TV programs. \'And the prize is a
pass for two to KBF\' was usually said that led me to believe it wasn\'t
rated too highly.
My favorite pasta shapes being cavatelli and fusilli col buco. The
former I make, from time to time. The latter are a technological
wonder, to me!
I recall spaghetti, lasangna, maybe shells, egg noodles, and the
ubiquitous elbow macaroni. \'Pasta\' wasn\'t used as a descriptor with the
exception of pasta fagioli, but that was said as one word \'pastafazoo\'.
When pasta became more widely used I thought it was sort of an upper
crust word for spaghetti.
For that matter pizza was something you got from shady looking taverns
run by gangsters.
Pizza was either NY style (purchased) or \"italian bakery style\"
(the latter being far superior and considerably less greasy).
It was NYS so I guess it was NY style by definition. A far as I knew it
was just pizza. My uncle lived in the city and I liked going to his
place. He\'d phone the bar at the of the block and later I would go pick
it up at the ladies\' entrance. We never had pizza at home s it was a treat.
That was much better than when the half in the bag adults would try to
make a pizza from a Chef Boyardee pizza kit.
One thing I noticed, later in life, was that many dishes that we made with
ricotta were, instead, made with meat, in The West. This was a delightful
revelation as ricotta falls in the \"I don\'t like cheese\" category!
For me, ricotta falls into the \'gimme a spoon\' category.
My first homemade raviolis were meat made and I had three helpings.
(By contrast, my folks had to buy meat ones \"special\" for me
growing up as I wouldn\'t eat the cheese ones that they all ate)
As far as I can remember any ravioli I\'ve ever had came out of a
Franco-American can.
Likewise, my first \"western lasagna\" was made grinding up a *roast*
to get the ground meat for the filling -- with just a nominal
amount of ricotta as window dressing.
I haven\'t dine lasagna in a long time. I think the last effort was
spinach and a variety of cheeses.
\"Gee, that\'s garlic!\" \"Wow, is that how artichokes grow?\" (if you\'ve ever
seen one in bloom, you\'d lament the fact that it was harvested before that
time)
Shades of the Gilroy Garlic Festival. It\'s often foggy on that stretch
but you know when you\'re getting close. I\'ve planted garlic when the
cloves were sprouting just to see what I\'d get. I\'ve never seen an
artichoke in bloom. I\'ve eaten pickled artichoke hearts but never did
the field strip the thing and dip the ends in hollandaise sauce thing.
Life is too short.
Pineapple is a surprise when you see it \"native\". As are cashews.
Pomegranates are interesting to watch mature as you can see the vestigial
flower in it\'s \"ass\".
Ah, cashews, a relative of poison ivy. Forget the first person to eat a
lobster; who was the first person to figure out there was something
edible in there.
That;s about the timeframe I visited KBF. \"Oh, a DisneyLand wannabe!\"
I\'d been to DisneyWorld some decades earlier. And, of course,
Riverside Park, Lake Compounce, Catskill Game Farm, etc.
I liked the Catskill Game Farm. No Disneyland, Sherman\'s Amusement Park
at Caroga Lake was the local hot spot. Averill Park was down to a
carousel and miniature train ride when I was a kid but it was only a few
miles away. It\'s claim to fame is Jerry Lewis once worked as a soda jerk
at the drug store. Later he was just a jerk.
A couple of summers we went to Old Orchard. It was seedy the last time I
was there but I think it\'s made a comeback.
The trucking company I worked for had a terminal near State College and
Ball Rd, a mile from Disneyland. I was in town for the Rodney King
riots, sitting in my truck reading, when Dizzyland had their evening
fireworks extravaganza. Needless to say I was out of the truck locked
and loaded before I figured out what it was.
Never went there although I did make it to Disneyworld in the \'80s.