Another American Adventure: sfogiliatelle

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

sfogiliatelle

I finally know how to spell sfogiliatelle (pronounced: spoo ya del - at least that's the way I hear it. Maybe it is sfoo ya del). From lunch with Ooma today at Carmine's:

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BarbaraFebruary 2, 2012 at 6:44 PM
Don't get me started on how Italian is pronounced in NYC!

Are these sfogliatelle filled and, if so, with what? There is an Italian baker/deli in my area, but I have never seen these. The word is not unfamiliar and I might have seen it in a cookbook somewhere. La Molisana is known for its cannoli, but its cream-filled doughnuts for St. Joseph's Day (Zeppole)are to die for.
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beth cioffolettiFebruary 3, 2012 at 3:31 AM
Yes, they are filled with a custard-like thing, probably ricotta with a hint of almond or lemon or something like that. I had never heard of them before Eric's wedding in S.I., when they had this Venetian bar and all the old ladies were clamoring for the Sfogliatelle. My mother-in-law said it was her favorite pastry. Then we had them again on S.I. for Xmas. So when we were at Carmine's - a local Italian restaurant, bakery, grocery store - she had to pick them up again. That is where I saw how it was spelled!

I think you must've missed something, growing up an Italian on Staten Island and not knowing about Sfogliatelle.
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