My great grandmother (Grandma to everyone) was the matriarch
of the family, the mother of my grandfather. “Josie Red” as she was known in downtown
Jersey City was way ahead of her time, as a bootlegger during Prohibition, a
real estate tycoon, a small-time loan shark, a very good friend of Frank Sinatra's mother Dolly, and according to legend, Mayor
Hague’s mistress.
Every Christmas Eve, her daughter, my great aunt Lucretia, a
gourmet cook, invited everyone to her basement for an Italian feast. Grandma’s
four children were grown with children and grandchildren of their own. Of
course this necessitated a ‘kiddie table’ at which I sat until I was tall
enough to sit with the grown-ups. Aunt Lucretia always made two types of
spaghetti sauce—regular marinara sauce and aglio e olio—but what I remember is
it always contained clam sauce, which I wouldn’t touch, so I went for the plain
and safe marinara. Her finished basement had a small kitchen so she was able to
do all the cooking right there. Kiddies weren’t allowed to, but several adults
helped her carry the steaming plates to the long tables set up and covered with
holiday-themed tablecloths. She served all the traditional Italian dishes—after
the pasta came the ham, then the fruit and nuts, and of course, an array of
desserts, always including her famous struffoli (honey balls) and Italian rum
cake. My Uncle Eddie tended bar at the other end of the room. Thankfully, he’s
still with us at 84.
After dinner, Santa always showed up. My cousin Mike’s
father played the part very convincingly—the kiddies scrambled onto his lap for
their chance to gush about how good they behaved all year and how deserving
they were of his visit later that night to surround their Christmas trees with
presents to be torn open the next morning. Someone always had a home movie
camera to capture these special moments on film. I remember the lights always
blazing like the noonday sun when the camera started rolling.
After leaving the party, I always went to Midnight Mass with
my friends and someone always threw a party after that.
Christmas Eves in the basement ended after Grandma left us,
but the memories live on!
Vita Caputo, the heroine of my 1894 New York City romance
FROM HERE TO FOURTEENTH STREET, is based on my great grandmother. It’s now on
audio with the expressive voice of Nina Price.
FROM HERE TO FOURTEENTH STREET in paperback, on Kindle and on Audio at Amazon
Recipe for Spaghetti Aglio e Olio
Ingredients:
One pound uncooked spaghetti
6 cloves minced garlic
½ cup olive oil
¼ teaspoon red pepper flakes
Salt and ground black pepper to taste
¼ cup chopped fresh parsley
1 cup finely grated
Parmigiano-Reggiano cheese
Directions:
- Bring a large pot of lightly salted water to a boil. Cook spaghetti
in the boiling water, stirring occasionally until cooked through but firm
to the bite, about 12 minutes. Drain and transfer to a pasta bowl.
- Combine garlic and olive oil in a cold skillet. Cook over medium heat
to slowly toast garlic, about 10 minutes. Reduce heat to medium-low when
olive oil begins to bubble. Cook and stir until garlic is golden brown,
about another 5 minutes. Remove from heat.
- Stir red pepper flakes, black pepper, and salt into the pasta. Pour
in olive oil and garlic, and sprinkle on Italian parsley and half of the
Parmigiano-Reggiano cheese; stir until combined.
- Serve pasta topped with the remaining Parmigiano-Reggiano cheese.
