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In Soprano Country, they refer to that disgusting red tomato sauce for pasta as "gravy" as in "I'll take some more gravy for my macaroni."
Generally speaking, I am not a big fan of pastas. Peasant food! Packed with Evil Gluten! Well, a small primi of pappardelle with a (fresh) porcini sauce decorated with chopped parsley is very fine so I can make some exceptions.
I will admit to being a food snob when it comes to Italian. Pasta is not a meal unless you plan to run a marathon in a couple of hours. It can be a small primi but there are many sorts of primi. And cappucino is only a breakfast coffee. Italians do not eat meatballs. The best pizzas in the world are in America because we think a pizza is a meal, not the nutrition-free street snack that it is. I could go on and annoy everybody.
That'll teach you to think for yourself, NJ. And you haven't heard him definitively on air travel, the finest ocean voyages, the only hotels to sleep in, or how to make the only certified recipes for a few dozen dishes.
Hmmm. All the Italians (from the old country and those born here) I knew in South Philly liked meatballs. They ate them, too. Both brown ones and red ones. The red ones were found in that "disgusting" red gravy.
And macaroni with gravy was standard. Macaroni included spaghetti, although spaghetti was also spaghetti and macaroni were tube-shaped.
Penne with ragu sauce is great. I like ragu made with braised country-style pork ribs. Spaghetti noodles with butter and salt was one of my favorite meals as a child and I still love it to this day. Non-sweet carbs are the best type of food.
I think of heavy pasta dishes like lasagna as wedding food, not peasant food. It's something you eat on special occasions.
You can tell I don't have a drop of Italian in my veins because when I hear it called gravy it almost makes me not like it. Gravy should be brown and taste like beef or turkey.
Noooooooo. Gravy should taste like pork sausage and milk thickened with a flour roux. On biscuits or chicken-fried steak. Oh yeah.
Buttered noodles? Lasagne? Good.
Brown gravy on an open face roast beef sandwich, taste bud buzz!
All the elaborate Italian dishes and courses, not so much.
You never outgrow your upbringing.
Don't think I can agree with you about American pizza being better. I lived in Milan for 6 months and I have never had better pizza before or since. The crust baked in the wood-fired ovens and the toppings - so fresh!