I would love to learn how to make lobster tails after reading of the elaborate process.
Sfogliatelle: many layers.
It is the hardest Italian dough to make and is one ofthe signature offerings of the family business.
Making sfogliatelle is like going for your PhD in pastry. You may have other degrees, but this will take it to a whole new level...baking is like any other craft; you either have it or you don't.
The decorating room on the second floor of Carlos's Bake Shop, my family's business in Hoboken, NJ, is like heaven on earth to me.
Our customers entrust their dreams to us, and we have the power to make or break memories. That might not be the same as being a surgeon or a fireman, but you feel the weight of expectations every time somebody new walks through that door.
my only regret is that sometimes things move so quickly that we don't have time to stop and take them in.
Please! she cried to the heavens. Please, St. Anthony, give me my son back. If you bring him back, I will make a novena for you. ( St Anthony: the saint to whom we pray for help recovering lost things; according to a Paduan legend, the mother of a drowned child once promised St Anthony the boy's weight in grain to be given to the poor if he would bring her child back to life. It happened!
June 13th: St Anthony's day: he bakes 200 pounds of dough to make 1,000 loaves and delivers to St Francis Church, where priest blesses them and distributes them to people in need.
We believe that our ancestors are looking over us from heaven, and if you're a good person, goodness will come back to you. We believe in all of those things surely as we believe the sun will rise in the east and set in the west.
No matter how tired Dad was, it was very important to him that we all have dinner together every night. Dinnertime: sacred, the cornerstone of our daily lives. I think its because he came from an incomplete family himself that it was so important to celebrate ours, and to make sure we were a tight unit.
All roads lead from family and all roads lead to family.
My favorite thing to watch was the reaction of the customers when they came to pick up their cakes...those cakes were the stuff of memories, it thrilled me to watch my father delight so many people and i decided right then and there that i wanted to be able to do with cakes what he did with cakes, that i wanted to have the power to cause that reaction for people, to be the guy they turned to for their holidays and celebrations.
Baking was the thing that gave my life meaning, that kept me out of trouble and gave me a sense of accomplishment, a sense of self. I knew that it was a force for good in my life. No exaggeration: it was my salvation.
a young prince can ascent to the throne, but he doesn't truly have the respect of the knights he commands until he's shown his mettle in battle.
I don't know why i'd forgotten it for so long, but that was the day i remembered, finally, that whatever I put my mind to, i can accomplish.
I can't stand failing at anything, and I wanted to turn the situation around, to master this new Everest in my path. Why? the same reason most people climb Everest. Because it's there.