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Before introducing you to the potato and tuna tortelli recipe, I would like to share with you some food memories.<\/p>\n

I kept a memory related to food for almost every vacation I took. In some cases, it was related to the purchase, in others to the preparation, or, finally, to the tasting.<\/p>\n

Recently, I asked my husband to share three memories of holiday food, excluding Sunday and Christmas lunches. Then, I, too, answered the same question. We found we had one and a half memories in common.<\/p>\n

We both remember the cake for the birthday party of Raoul Casadei, the king of Romagnolo ballroom dancing.
\nThe half memory is about our honeymoon. We took it to a beautiful Amalfi Coast out of season. Even if it is the same scenery, the food we remember is different.<\/p>\n

For him, the pizza al taglio<\/em> from the little store near our hotel in Amalfi. The best he ever ate, he says.<\/p>\n

My flashback takes me back to a small trattoria whose name I don’t remember. I appreciated the sumptuous, greasy, and enveloping sauce of the pasta al pomodoro<\/em> I ate there. As it should always be and rarely is. In fact, pasta al pomodoro and pasta in bianco<\/em>, with Parmigiano and butter, are among the easiest and, for that matter, the most difficult recipes to make.<\/p>\n

Our unique gastronomic memories take us on separate journeys to the lives we lived before meeting. I would love to take you there.<\/p>\n

\"Tuna<\/p>\n

An Italian Summer<\/strong><\/h4>\n

On July 11, 1982, I had been at the beach since mid-June.
\nAt that time, as soon as the school year ended, we children went to the Riviera Romagnola with grandma. Parents used to arrive on weekends until the August vacation which allowed the family to be reunited.
\nThat was such an unforgivable year for each Italian. In the summer of 1982, the World Cup was played in Spain. With each match, hope and good cheer increased.<\/p>\n

It was a summer full of joy, or at least I remember it that way.
\nThe final was at 8 p.m. on July 11.
\nThe event was extraordinary, especially in a country where football is almost a national obsession. Thus, loved ones and acquaintances started to arrive in the late afternoon.
\nMy parents planned to have dinner on our porch before the game started. The television took place at the head of the table, remarking its importance.<\/p>\n

For Grandma, it meant planning a dinner party for nearly twenty people. Today, no doubt, we would order pizzas to go. But at that time, she called some women to help her with the preparation, which began in the days before.<\/p>\n

\"Tuna<\/p>\n

Potato and tuna tortelli and an unforgettable evening<\/h4>\n

I don’t remember the whole menu, but I distinctly remember the potato and tuna tortelli, hailed as one of Sara’s (my maternal grandmother’s) wonders.<\/p>\n

Having to make a large amount of pasta, he decided on tortelli, which are, among fresh-filled pasta, one of the fastest to prepare (just like ravioli and <\/span>spoja lorda<\/span><\/a><\/strong>)<\/span><\/p>\n

The intuition was the filling composed of tuna and boiled potatoes.<\/span><\/p>\n

It is easy to prepare and manage. It does not stick to the fingers like the ricotta one in tortelloni. Then Nonna paired the pasta with a tasty tomato and olive sauce that, as an accomplice to the summer, everyone loved.<\/span><\/p>\n

We were sitting at the table by 7 p.m. The men preferred silence while playing the game. During the match break, they nervously consumed ice cream.<\/span><\/p>\n

The result is history.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Italy defeated West Germany at the Santiago Bernabeu Stadium in Madrid. The joy of Pertini, the beloved President of the Italian Republic, was the fuse that ignited an enormous roar of delight that, like the arms in the hola, passed from house to house.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

I have fond memories of those days. I remember the celebrations, the joyful atmosphere of the following days, and the disappointment of the Germans who still frequented the Riviera in large numbers. However, what stands out the most to me is my grandmother’s tuna tortelli.<\/span><\/p>\n

Buona cucina, Monica<\/span><\/p>\n

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