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<\/a>Dino and William - The Crocetti Brothers<\/p><\/div>\n
“Mamma, Che buona!” My father William Anthony Crocetti, born Guglielmo, did not speak English until he went to grade school. So I have no doubt that was what he exclaimed every time he ate the crostoli his mother made in her kitchen at 319 South Sixth Street in their south end neighborhood of Steubenville, Ohio<\/a>. I wasn’t there, but those were his words. Senza dubito. And I bet Dino echoed his big brother.<\/p>\n Italians have been making these treats for hundreds of years. A recipe even appears in Pellegrino Artusi’s seminal cookbook, L’Arte di Mangiar Bene<\/a> (The Art of Eating Well), first published in 1891. Although these delightful pastry knots are the prototypical Carnevale indulgence, they are also served at Christmas, New Year’s and Easter. This type of dolci is called nastri delle suore (nun’s ribbons), but that would never do for Italy, a country whose inhabitants identify themselves by regional ties first and as Italians second. Twenty regions <\/a>– more than twenty names. These treats are called galani or frittelle alla Venezia in Venice<\/a> and the Veneto<\/a>, crostoli in Friuli<\/a>, cenci (rags and tatters) or donzelli (young ladies) in Tuscany<\/a>, frappe in Umbria<\/a>, sfrappole or lattughe (lettuces) in Emilia-Romagna<\/a>, chiacchiere (gossips) in Lombardy<\/a>, chiacchiere di suore (nun’s gossips) in Parma<\/a>, bugie (lies) in Piemonte<\/a> and gigi in Sicily<\/a>. Da vero. Call them what you will, they are fried dough, and I love fried dough. Like my father, I grew up eating these deep fried delights.<\/p>\n ...<\/p><\/div>\n ...<\/p><\/div>\n We called my grandmother Mom, and no typical nonna was she. When she arrived at our home I could always tell if she had a treat for us; instead of exiting her car and making her way directly up our driveway she went first to her passenger door, opened it and removed a long flat box. Then up our driveway she walked, box in hand, the clack-clack-clack of her Spring-o-lator shoes announcing her approach. We never knew what she had in that box, but we always knew it would be good. We four kids, my brothers Guy and Marc and my sister Toni and I, loved the cookies and we gobbled them up. My mother could always tell who had done most of the gobbling – the powdered sugar on the guilty party’s hands, face and chest was a dead giveaway. In fact that is how these cookies got their Piemontese<\/a> name, bugie – liar’s cookies – as in “No Mamma. It wasn’t me, no mamma. I don’t know who ate the cookies…” Another of this cookie’s colorful names is chiacchiere or gossips. Some say the name came from the ladies of Lombard<\/a> and the nuns of Parma<\/a> who ate them as they gossiped. Still another source tells us the name originated with the sound the knots make when dropped in the cooking oil – “Pssst !” – just like the town gossip as she summons her listeners. Great stories all, which ever is true.<\/p>\n This cookie has a variation for every nonna. Some call for grappa, others get their alcohol kick from Gran Marnier, vin santo, white wine or rum while a few eschew spirits altogether. In Tuscany they are often made with olive oil in place of butter, and some regions use lard or shortening. Some use orange in place of lemon or no citrus at all. For the finishing touch, some cooks use confectioner’s sugar while others choose cinnamon sugar. As to the shape, some are plain ribbons, some are formed into pretzel-like shapes while others are twisted and pinched in the middle. You will also find flat squares or rectangles, some with one or two slits along the middle. This is the tradition of Italy’s beloved nonne at work, the tradition of variation on a theme that makes this cuisine so inviting, so forgiving, and so much fun.<\/p>\n Flour in Italy is classified by how finely it is milled, either 1, 0 or 00. Doppio zero is the most finely milled and feels like talcum powder. Do not confuse how finely ground the flour is with its protein content. Any strength flour can be ground into doppio zero. Just as we have pastry flour, all-purpose flour and bread flour with their varying protein contents, so do the Italians. They just have the added luxury of varying degrees of milling. To see the full range of flours available to the Italian cook go to the Molino Caputo<\/a> website. I use a doppio zero flour that is comparable in protein content to our American all-purpose flour. Doppio zero flour <\/a>is available at Italian markets and Amazon. com<\/a>. If you can not find it, regular all-purpose flour will do nicely. Use the same amount the recipe calls for.<\/p>\n Mom made her dough by hand in the traditional manner – mounding her flour on a wooden board, making a “well” in the center, filling it with the ingredients and incorporating them with a fork. In a concession to the age of the mechanized kitchen I use my KitchenAid<\/a>.<\/p>\n This dough is a dream to work with. Do not be intimidated by the idea of rolling it very thinly. You will be able to do so with great ease. Honest. On the subject of frying oil – Mom used solid Crisco<\/a>, and there is no reason to change that. But if you have something else on hand, peanut oil, vegetable oil, feel free to make use of what is in your pantry. Mom drained the cookies on brown grocery bags. Some cooks use paper towels. I have found that placing the fried cookies directly on a cooling rack suspended over a sheet pan works very well.<\/p>\n A note about these cookies: they fry up very quickly, so be sure to have everything you need close at the ready. Banish the kids and pets from the kitchen. You will be working with a large volume of very hot oil.<\/p>\n And finally, do not overcook the crostoli. If you do you will not taste the grappa!<\/p>\n As the Italians say “Divertiti!” Have fun!<\/p>\n Here is what you need. Don't be daunted. Just follow step by step. They will come out perfectly!<\/p><\/div>\n Weigh your flour for the most accurate measurement.<\/p><\/div>\n Put flour in mixer bowl.<\/p><\/div>\n Add sugar.<\/p><\/div>\n Add salt.<\/p><\/div>\n Add lemon zest. I use a microplaner grater. It works beautifully.<\/p><\/div>\n Your dry ingredients are ready to go.<\/p><\/div>\n Turn on the mixer briefly to combine.<\/p><\/div>\n Add butter.<\/p><\/div>\n Lightly beat egg.<\/p><\/div>\n Add egg and combine.<\/p><\/div>\n Add vanilla.<\/p><\/div>\n Add grappa and combine.<\/p><\/div>\n Add milk and combine until dough comes together.<\/p><\/div>\n Stop mixer. Pinch off a piece of dough. It should be slightly moist, not sticky, a cohesive mass.<\/p><\/div>\n Remove dough from mixer.<\/p><\/div>\n Knead a few times.<\/p><\/div>\n Shape into a disk and wrap in plastic.<\/p><\/div>\n You are now ready to roll the dough.<\/p><\/div>\n Cut dough in half and keep the half you are not using covered.<\/p><\/div>\n Flour your board and get to it with your rolling pin.<\/p><\/div>\n Lift and turn your dough to prevent sticking.<\/p><\/div>\n Roll dough out to 1\/16th inch. Yes, you can!<\/p><\/div>\n Trim edges of dough and measure to cut ribbons 6 inches long and 1 inch wide.<\/p><\/div>\n Use a rotella (ravioli cutter) to cut ribbons.<\/p><\/div>\n -1-<\/p><\/div>\n -2-<\/p><\/div>\n -3-<\/p><\/div>\n -4-<\/p><\/div>\n -5-<\/p><\/div>\n Finished!<\/p><\/div>\n Form knots and place on a floured tea towel.<\/p>\n Heat oil to 350 degrees in a heavy deep-sided pan.<\/p><\/div>\n Drop knots in oil and fry a few at a time.<\/p><\/div>\n Fry until golden. They will puff up enticingly.<\/p><\/div>\n Remove to a rack to drain.<\/p><\/div>\n To keep things neat, place your tray and rack on a large piece of parchment. Have ready a bowl of confectioner's sugar and a small strainer.<\/p><\/div>\n While still warm dust with powdered sugar.<\/p><\/div>\n
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