New Jersey Top 5 on Study Celebrating National Tortellini Day
Today, February 13th is National Tortellini Day. Legend has it that it began back in the 1500s, and was inspired by the navel of Venus, the goddess of love. It was originally called “torteletti,” but was eventually renamed years later.
New Jersey Tortellini Ranking
In a recent study by Betway Insider, commissioned by BonusFinder, New Jersey is top five among the states that love tortellini the most. We landed fifth behind Illinois, California, Massachusetts, and New York at number one.
My Childhood Tortellini Memory
Pennsylvania is eighth on the list. I mention this because when I grew up in Philadelphia. Back then I was mesmerized by the smells of the delicious food that filled the air in our home. This was especially true when my Gram would visit and make pasta dinner for everyone. I would beg her during each visit to make her “famous” tortellini.
My parents constantly remind me that as a little kid, I would ask, “Could you make the little curly ravioli?” I don’t remember that, but enough older family members confirm their claim.
My love for tortellini was more than just a preference, it was a passion. If my Gram was at our house, I didn’t mind missing whatever my group of friends had planned. I would hang with her in the kitchen. I vividly recall how she rolled out the dough and crafted each tortellini one at a time.
As he grew older, my love for Gram’s tortellini grew. The different colors and the fillings that she made herself were all delicious. My favorite was the ricotta, but she also made spinach, mushroom, and meat-filled tortellini.
I should point out that none of my grandparents were Italian. If you tasted her cooking, it was the pasta and other dishes that would make you think she was. However, if you tasted her Jewish apple cake you might think differently.
Being in Philly I still loved me some cheesesteaks and soft pretzels, but the pasta dishes, especially my Gram’s tortellini were the best.
Family Gatherings
I’ll never forget the family gatherings where the table overflowed with pasta dishes, and the lazy Sundays spent watching my Gram cook. She’s been gone for many years now, but I just happened to marry a woman whose cooking parallels my grandmother’s. While the memory of Gram’s tortellini was the absolute best as a child, my wife’s is also the best as I enjoy it as an adult.
Sometimes when we dine out at our favorite Italian restaurant, the aroma throughout the dining room takes me back to when I was that 4 or 5-year-old boy.
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