Skinny Italian: Eat It and Enjoy It Live La Bella Vita and Look Great, Too! PDF
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Skinny Italian EAT IT AND ENJOY IT L IVE L A B ELLA V ITA AND LOOK GREAT, TOO! Teresa Giudice WITH HEATHER MACLEAN To all my girls . . . You mean the world to me. Especially my fabulous daughters Gia, Gabriella, Milania, and Audriana I live for when you say, “You a good mamma!” I miei figli sono la mia vita. And for my own mommy, Antonia Gorga, who taught me to be the woman I am today, taught me to respect myself, to put family first, and to always walk a straight line (“like the knife!”). Sei bella in tutti i sensi. Ti voglio tanto bene Mama, tua figlia Teresa. Contents Cover Title Page 1. Salute! 2. The Cornerstones of Italian Cuisine (or Things Not Found at The Olive Garden) 3. Blessed Virgin: Olive Oil Sexy Italian Salad Dressing 4. Italian Seasonings: What’s What and Who’s Who T-Sizzle’s Basil-Lemon Drizzle Sexy Swordfish with Capers and Lemon Gorgeous Garlic Shrimp Tempting Tomato and Oregano Chicken Soup Sin-Free Linguine with Parsley Sauce Rosemary Potatoes Pork Chops Alla Salvia Chicken Breasts with Lemony Thyme Marinade 5. Fresco e Naturale Zucchini Spaghetti Salad Sautéed Zucchini “Spaghetti” with Pine Nuts Salsa Cruda 6. And God Said, “Let There Be Pasta.”: And There Was: And It Was Good Teresa’s Favorite Tagliatelle Bucatini all’Amatriciana Farfalle con Piselli Pasta Cacio e Pepe Penne with Portobello Mushroom Sauce 7. The Secret’s in the Sauce Basic Tomato Sauce, aka “The Quickie” Milania’s Marinara Sauce Gabriella’s Bolognese Sauce Gia’s Napoletano Sauce Danielle’s Puttanesca Sauce Arrabbiata, the Angry Sauce Skinny Pasta al Burro Audriana’s Pesto 8. Pizza! Pizza! Old World Pizza Dough Pizza Margherita Pizza Giudice Pizza with Anchovies and Garlic Pizza Napoletana Pizza al Prosciutto Pizza with Italian Sausage 9. Scratching it Up in the Kitchen 10. The Art of Eating Bellissimo Bellinis Lazy Bellinis Homemade Limoncello Dina’s Virgin Mimosa Bruschetta Classica Bruschetta e Prosciutto Caponata Bruschetta Balsamic Garlic Bites Salerno Stuffed Mushrooms One-Pan Oven-Roasted Chicken Feast Papà’s Steak Pizzaiola Voluptuous Veal Piccata Stuffed Flounder Florentine Lemonita Granita Mamma Antonia’s Amazing Almond Cookies Beautiful Biscotti 11. Italian Dressing Fennel Salad Panzanella Salad Giardino Minestrone Pasta Umbria Skinny Snapper 12. Love-Love-Love Spaghetti All’Ubriaco Sicilian Steak Luscious Linguine with Manila Clams Fresh Strawberries and Sambuca Fresh Fruit with Beautiful Balsamic Glaze Pizza Nutella Nutritional Information Note to Reader Index Acknowledgments Copyright 1 - Salute! The first thing people usually say to me when they find out I have four kids is that they could never tell from my body. I thank them, thinking this is a compliment, only to be quickly proven wrong. Follow-up questions immediately include: “What diet plan are you on?,” “Do you live in the gym?,” and my favorite, “What’s the name of your plastic surgeon?” If you watched the first season of The Real Housewives of New Jersey, you know I was brave (or maybe crazy) enough to allow Bravo to film me going through the process of getting my “bubbies” done. If you saw me in the leopard- print bikini, you are totally on my side on this one. I worried, I cried, I kvetched, I kept changing my mind . . . because this was the first surgery I’d ever had in my life. I swear on Us magazine, I have never had lipo, a tummy tuck, a “mommy makeover,” or even a C-section. All of my children were born the old-fashioned way: with lots of pushing, screaming, cursing, and, thank God, pain medication. I am a big fan of the epidural. Big knives near my body? Not so much. I must exercise religiously then, right? Our lady of the heavens, no! I have four little ones to chase after; I barely have time for a manicure. We don’t have a workout room in our house (unless you count the bedroom, which I do . . . ). I don’t have a personal trainer or yoga master or whatever. I have no strict exercise regimen, although I’ll admit, I like how I feel after I work out. But it’s not my thing. I’d rather enjoy life with my kids than live in a gym. And, let me assure you, I eat. I freakin’ love food. Always have. Always will. Food is an integral part of my life and the lives of my family and friends. It’s how we communicate, how we love, how we laugh. Food is our second language. It’s lovingly prepared, shared, toasted, savored, slathered (you read that right), and occasionally, if you push my buttons, thrown. Food is such a sensual pleasure. The thought of shoving your fingers into freshly made dough, of licking the dripping tomato sauce off the spoon . . . I’m making it sound like a giant aphrodisiac, and as I sit here, looking at the four beautiful kids Joe and I created, I’m thinking maybe it is. Eating is definitely one of the greatest joys on earth, and I wouldn’t give it up for anything. My mother, who never dieted a day in her life, used to shake her head and say, “Think of those poor women on the Titanic who refused dessert!” In other words: life is short; pass the cannoli. I’ll admit, before I was on TV, I never thought so much about my own body and the way I eat. You think you’ve spent your entire adolescence in front of the mirror, but until you’re cornered at Costco with curious fans literally picking through your cart to see what you’re buying, you have no idea. It’s bizarre. Suddenly, everyone wants the skinny on my ass. And honestly, I don’t blame them (although, if you see me, please keep your hands off my fresh vegetables—that kind of skieves me out). I like to know what my friends eat. I’m interested in Oprah’s favorite foods. Actually, I like Gayle’s picks better; girlfriend knows how to enjoy her food! And everything about food and nutrition in this country has become a big confusing mess. Is Splenda safe? Nutrasweet? Olestra? Which one gives you the runs? Seriously, somebody tell me because I am not having that. What’s in one day is out the next. Remember when eggs were the enemy? Now, they’re fine. For a while, you were supposed to eat lots of meat—was that the Atkins, Pritikin, or caveman diet?—then suddenly, meat wasn’t okay. Now, half the “experts” say you need protein at every meal, and half say you don’t need it ever. Milk was bad, then it was good, then it was even better because it was supposed to help you lose weight. Now I’ve heard it’s going back on the bad list. Too bad, because my girls drink milk, milk, milk all day long, and there’s no chance I’m stopping them. They love it! Me too.
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