Pasta Grannies Every family should have one

five pasta grannies

vicky bennison
Vicky Bennison
It’s a kind of family fantasy. Each week, a kindly, twinkling grannie creates pasta by hand, making it look as easy as falling off a log. Her hands work unsupervised; kneading, stretching, pinching, rolling, the myriad shapes emerging, perfect. There’s cheesy music, and just enough information to give the impression that you too could do it. Welcome to the world of Pasta Grannies, a YouTube Channel that provides almost half a million subscribers with a regular dose of nostalgia and good eating.

Pasta Grannies is the brainchild of Vicky Bennison, although she would be the first to admit that it is the grannies that make it the success it has become. And now there’s a book, with proper recipes and instructions for those of us without a handy grannie. Vicky was kind enough to find a slot in her busy schedule to chat about pasta and grannies.

Notes

  1. Pasta Grannies: The Official Cookbook: The Secrets of Italy’s Best Home Cooks is the book of the channel.
  2. There’s nothing better than having someone show you how to shape the pasta, but you can also start by watching a video. Three that don’t need rolling out: cavatelli, orecchiete and trofie.
  3. Photos of the grannies from Vicky Bennison; thanks.
  4. And, in case you missed it, Ken Albala’s 1000 days of noodle soup.

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Turkey hash

Three wild turkeys on a fence rail

I am extremely grateful to Tom Nealon for giving me a reason this year not to republish my previous podcasts about turkey and Thanksgiving. He has written a choice round-up of many things turkey that is bound to lift the gloom that sometimes hangs over leftovers.

Who hasn’t spent Thanksgiving deep in self-recrimination for ruining the turkey that they spent all day lovingly basting? Cursing its very existence, making pale lumpy gravy, doubling down on the horror and shame? How many doomed holiday seasons have been kicked off with a dry turkey, bad stuffing, shitty mashed potatoes? Who among us hasn’t been rendered impotent by too much dry turkey — rendered incapable by tryptophan, bourbon and self-loathing. But the Aztecs knew something that we don’t — they had a turkey secret…

That secret, and many more, in Tom’s piece.

I know, too, as a solo podcaster, that I must not ignore this opportunity for self-promotion (or marketing) so:

  1. Tom Nealon’s podcast here: Mistaken about mayonnaise — and many other foods
  2. My first crack at the topic: A partial history of the turkey
  3. Further and better particulars: Another helping of turkey
  4. The icing on the cake (a metaphor too far): What a bunch of turkeys

As for our celebrations, for the second year in a row we went with beef cheeks stracotto, and all present agreed: All Hail a new Thanksgiving tradition.

Photograph by Don DeBold.

Cashews, the World Bank, and Mozambique A misguided policy that did nobody any good

Cashew kernel between Adam and God in Michelangelo's Last Judgement

In the wake of the previous episode on how capuchin monkeys find their food, I learned that many people were unaware just how difficult and dangerous it is to get cashew nuts. Not for us, of course; you just buy a little bag of them. For the people who process the nuts to fill those bags, however, it is a very different story. Permanently damaged fingers, burned by the acid that protects the cashew, are an occupational hazard for the hundreds of thousands of women who extract the kernels. Mozambique was once the world’s top producer of cashew nuts, and the women who worked there enjoyed better than average conditions. In the aftermath of the civil war there, however, the World Bank stepped in with a rescue package and a cashew nut policy that destroyed the industry.

The history of the cashew in the West is relatively recent. A 1917 report on the Indian Cashew-Nut Industry from the Royal Society of Arts says sniffily that the cashew apple “is eaten only by the lowest classes, and quantities of it are wasted”. At that time, total exports from India amounted to about 680 metric tons. The report explains:

Cashew nuts are prepared for table use in much the same manner as roasted almonds, the flavour of which they are said to resemble slightly. They are not unlike almonds in shape, though thinner and more elongated, and many of them are concavo-convex. The exported nuts are no doubt bought chiefly by East Indians residing in foreign countries, or by persons who have acquired a taste for them by residence in India. They are sometimes made into confectionary with sugar.

Dangerous nuts

It isn’t often that the dangers of badly prepared cashews come to light for those of us who view them as a snack rather than work with them directly. The best example I have found dates to April 1982. A Little League organisation in Southcentral Pennsyvania bought almost 3000 bags of cashews to sell as a fund-raiser. Fifty-four people who ate the cashews developed an itchy dermatitis very like a poison ivy rash. Only three of them suffered blisters in the mouth. Most (97%) had the dermatitis on their extremities, while 66% had the rash on their trunk, 45% in the groin, 34% in the armpits and 21% on the buttocks. An unfortunate “four persons reported perianal itching”. All of which raises, for me, the question of how exactly the cashews provoked the reaction. Aside from the mouth and the extremities, and possibly the perianal itching, where it could clearly be as a result of contact, could the irritant have spread internally? Or was it, as I believe happens with poison ivy, the result of scratching the rash in one place and then touching the skin elsewhere? Unfortunately, the report from the Centers for Disease Control does not say. Investigators did examine 14 unsold bags of cashews. Five of them contained pieces of cashew shell. I’m guessing nobody ate cashew shell by accident, so I can only imagine that the acid from the shell rubbed off onto the nuts and from there onto the skin. The nuts, alas, had been imported from Mozambique.

Notes

  1. Joseph Hanlon’s paper Power without Responsibility: The World Bank & Mozambican Cashew Nuts describes the state of play in 2000.
  2. Discussion of the Brookings Institution paper in The Harvard Gazette article Mozambique cashew case illustrates hazard of imposed solutions.
  3. Information on gender from Corporate Responsibility and Women’s Employment: The Case of Cashew Nuts by Nazneem Kanji (2004).
  4. Mozambique Cashew reforms revisited is the closest the World Bank came to a mea culpa.
  5. Banner photo used without permission, from Oltremare, who will sell you a turnkey cashew processing plant. Just add nuts. And women. Plate of cashew tree (1754) from Bioversity Heritage Library.

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