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Fausto’s wide spread of variety in those two areas is fascinating. Fausto’s fettuccine pasta is a little too thick for my tastes–although I do like most of its other pasta shapes. Rolled-up pasta dishes like manicotti and braciolone are at least as good at Fausto’s as any other purveyors of that kind of thing.(Best examples: veal saltimbocca and and fried eggplant.) Comparison Number Three: Little appetizers eaten with the fingers, like the arancini. It’s in a close tie with Vincent’s in the making of cannelloni. This becomes less obvious after you’ve eaten the chicken Grandee and the Italian oysters and shrimp.) But here again we have Sicilian against anything else.Back to real eating: My entree this night at Fausto’s was fettuccine Carbonara, made with a cream sauce with a good bit of prosciutto. (If this sounds like chicken Vesuvio, then welcome to New Orleans from the Northeast! Cut the chicken up into pieces about a third the size that the Colonel uses. Drop them into the boiling water for about two minutes. In a large, heavy skillet over medium-high heat, cook the sausages until browned and firm. Raise the heat to high and heat until the surface begins to ripple. Add the chicken pieces to the skillet and brown on all sides. Sprinkle the lemon juice over the chicken and set aside. Add the remaining olive oil to the skillet and brown the potatoes lightly over high heat, turning once. Put the sliced sausage, pepper, garlic, chicken, and potatoes into a roasting pan, sprinkling the rosemary, oregano, salt, and black pepper as you go and distributing all the ingredients evenly. Put the skillet in the preheated 400-degree oven and roast for 15-20 minutes, uncovered.
In fact, I’ll take a wider stride and and say that here is the best collection of Sicilian cookery to be found anywhere around town. I started thinking about that while crossing the Causeway after tonight’s supper at Fausto’s.
You don’t see it in Italy, says John Mariani, who just wrote a book about such matters. Hattie Caraway became the first woman elected to the United States Senate on this date in 1912. One never knows everything going on around him, does one?
Beware of dishes whose goodness is lost on people too young to have heard of them before. He’s the voice of Barney, the big purple dinosaur, who makes much more sense than either of these other guys. (He looks carnivorous.) Actress Farrah Forke was born today in 1967. She was already a Senator, filling her late husband’s term. Yesterday, Mary Ann invited herself and me to a classy shindig tonight at the Abita Brewpub. Not as in “the Grand Old Opry,” but real opera voices, at least two of which were in the operas we attended during the past year.
The term means “brother devil,” a reference to 1700s Neopolitan revolutionary figure Michele Pezza.
He got the name because as a child he paraded with other young men as a monk.