A big pot of neck bones simmering on the stove is comfort food for my husband. I usually make this for him about once a year, sometimes with pasta, or sometimes just with string beans.
Neck bones to us is like Italian soul food, not fancy by any means, but gives you a warm and fuzzy feeling every time you eat them as you recall memories and smells of your childhood.
This is truely recession food, cheap eats that cost only a few bucks and feeds many.
Having run 6 miles that morning my husband justified the meal that was to come. He quickly called his brother and invited him over for dinner who became giddy with excitement. I cooked up some bucatini, made a salad, and warmed up some nice crusty bread.
No fancy china here, just two brothers sharing a meal together recalling memories of their mom.
The table wouldn't be complete without a bowl for the picked over bones.
Gina De Palma's Ricotta Pound Cake you're missing out. I've made this several times and it's always a hit.
Buon Appetito