Penne alla Vodka

Since the time I was a little kid, I have constantly adored Italian nourishment. My fondest recollections include strolling to the neighborhood pizza shop with my granddad where mouth watering fragrances sent my stomach into an attack of hungry snarls. I could scarcely hold back to dive into the oily cut of hot prepared batter with thick layers of velvety mozzarella cheddar dribbling and rising over sweet tart sauce.

In my mid twenties I was ruined by Boston’s North End where Hanover Street and the encompassing neighborhoods flooded with real Italian cafés. The enticing fragrance of new prepared breads, pizza and baked goods coasted around each corner. In later years I migrated to New York City and turned into a pasta someone who is addicted. I spared my well deserved pennies and took up running in Central Park so I could bear to enjoy the fine restaurants of Manhattan’s Upper East Side, where loading plates of healthy Bolognese, fiery Puttanesca and rich Penne alla Vodka beat with crisp ground parmesan were joined by thick portions of hard warm bread and washed down with smooth pieces of Pinot Noir.

At the point when I moved to Charleston nine years back, my all around sharpened taste buds went into a stunning condition of withdrawal. I missed my late night strolls down Second Avenue chomping on a meager cut of oily pizza, as I set out toward my minor studio where I could spot at any rate five Italian eateries from my window. Never again would I be able to step outside my front entryway on a warm spring night, snatch a table in the city and devour dry warm bread absorbed olive oil, absurdly delicate Veal Marsala, appetizing dishes of Rigatoni Amatriciana, rich, velvety layers of hand crafted tiramisu and hot foamy cappuccino sprinkled with cocoa. I almost surrendered expectation, until two folks from Naples, Carlo Colella and Davide Davino, opened Cuoco Pazzo (a.k.a. Insane Chef) on Johnnie Dodds Blvd. in Mount Pleasant. At the point when my mom originally revealed to me that she found a genuine family style Italian café directly here in Mount Pleasant, I was profoundly incredulous. All things considered, I could scarcely oppose looking at the spot.

My significant other and I ate at Cuoco Pazzo on an ongoing Saturday evening. As we entered the spot and I saw a few gatherings of fulfilled looking clients waiting over espresso and treat, I started to feel somewhat supported. With two servers dealing with a little bunch of tables, the administration was brief, neighborly and mindful. I took a nibble of warm hard Italian bread absorbed herb injected olive oil and ground parmesan, at that point washed it down with a consummately smooth taste of Montepulciano. On the off chance that bread and wine could prevail with regards to animating my terribly denied taste buds, at that point maybe there is trust all things considered, I thought. I gradually examined the menu, stopping at the Spaghetti alla Carbonara and Vitello alla Marsala. We requested both, notwithstanding the Pollo alla Parmigiana for my significant other’s increasingly regular taste buds.

When I took my second chomp of the Carbonara I realized I would come back to this spot, and when the Veal Marsala truly dissolved in my mouth, I needed to keep running into the kitchen and embrace the two culinary experts. We welcomed Carlos back to our table to express our gratefulness, at that point say goodbye with two liberal scoops of natively constructed Strawberry and Raspberry Gelato joined by two happy shots of Limoncello. I couldn’t hold back to return, thus I did, this time looking for within story.

How did two folks from Naples and one man from downtown Boston run into each other in Charleston and land at a similar point so as to make a joint vision? On an ongoing Tuesday morning I wound up sitting opposite Jo Meli, agent and quiet accomplice in the background, who left a long profession as a club proprietor to open Cuoco Pazzo. Jo’s significant other Dawn deals with the books and the stock, while Caro and Davide present to us a sample of their country through crisp fixings, serious enthusiasm and an attention on straightforwardness.

They develop their very own basil at the eatery, and the veal is so delicate, it tends to be cut with a spoon. By midmorning Carlo and Davide were at that point working diligently in the kitchen. The gigantic tank of tomato ragu stewing on the burner smelled so delightful I needed to make a plunge into the pot. In spite of my arguing I was fruitless in learning the formula. Davide let me know there is no enchantment to a decent sauce, beside a pleasant moderate stew and new healthy fixings.

Lunch was quick drawing closer and I could feel my stomach starting to thunder. Right then and there Davide hopped up and approached what I may like for lunch. I proposed it be the gourmet specialist’s decision, and presently Davide came back from the kitchen with steaming plates of meagerly cut, delicate chicken bosom in a lemon wine sauce with new artichokes. The five us (Davide, Carlos, Jo, Dawn and myself) delighted in an easygoing late morning feast loaded up with giggling and fellowship as I proceeded with my journey for within story.

Creamy and comforting, penne alla vodka is an impressive dish to serve up when you’re entertaining, but it’s also perfectly appropriate for a weeknight. (Go ahead and treat yourself!)

Ingredients :

1/4 to 1/2 teaspoon salt

1 pound penne

3 cloves garlic, minced

1 cup heavy cream

One 14-ounce can tomato puree or tomato sauce

2 tablespoons olive oil

1 whole medium onion, chopped finely

3 tablespoons butter

1 cup vodka

1 generous pinch red pepper flakes, plus more if needed

Freshly ground black pepper

Grated Parmesan, for serving


Directions :

1. Cook the pasta according to package directions.

2. Saute the garlic and onions in 2 tablespoons butter and the olive oil in a saucepan over medium heat until soft. Pour in the vodka, being careful if your stove has an open flame (remove the pan from the heat before adding). Cook and reduce for 2 to 3 minutes, then pour in the tomato puree. Stir the mixture until it’s thoroughly combined, then reduce the heat to low. Pour in the heavy cream. Stir to combine, then turn heat to the lowest simmer possible. Sprinkle in the red pepper flakes and add salt and pepper to taste. Finally, stir in the remaining 1 tablespoon butter. Pour the drained pasta into the sauce and toss to combine. Sprinkle on the Parmesan, then sprinkle on more red pepper flakes if desired.