Bombetta Pugliese

Anyone familiar with these? Seems the ideal bar food, sold from butcher shops in Puglia. I intend to try these out soon.



Using pork fillets:

1. Cover a fillet with a piece of parchment paper and pound the meat using a meat mallet. Repeat for all fillets. Season with salt and pepper.

2. Lay out a fillet and place a slice of pancetta followed by several slices or a square piece of caciocavallo cheese in the middle. Sprinkle with parsley and a small pinch of finely chopped garlic.

3. Starting from the shorter side of the fillet, roll it tightly onto itself making sure to keep the other ingredients enclosed within the meat. Pierce a couple of toothpicks into the centre and ends to keep the roll in place. Repeat for the rest.

4. At this point you can either cook over a hot grill or alternatively, in a preheated oven at 200°C for around 30 minutes until browned. Serve the bombettas warm!

Pork Cordon Bleu?

Pork Cordon Bleu?

In a cheesy sort of way.......

[Jenise]

Pork Cordon Bleu?

My thoughts exactly!

Kind of a neat street food. Next time I make a pupu platter I may well include this one.

[Jenise]

So what, for you and Suz, is a pupu platter? Appetizer, or platter of appetizers in lieu of a knife-and-fork main course?

I spent cumulative years in Hawaii in my youth (we owned a house near Kailua-Kona) so my pupu platter follows Hawaiian practice of a plate of assorted nibbles for grazing while you sip some sort of libation. Precedes rather than substitutes for a proper dinner course.

Polynesian hors d'oeuvres.

We used to have a giant wood platter on a lazy susan that we could sit around a table and nibble while sipping something. The local bars usually offered some sort of similar assortment, often gratis, when you were drinking there.

Did I ever tell you about my friend who came over to visit us? We went to a bar and while I, the soul of discretion, sipped some sort of basic tropical drink, he downed about three mai tais, sang Puff the Magic Dragon (in German, for some reason) and then very quietly slipped onto the floor, semi-conscious. I drove home with him in the back seat of our red Toyota Corona, so it must have been the early 1970s. (I actually found my old state of Hawaii driver's license recently).

PS - the drinking age in Hawaii was only 18 back then - I think a lot of the guys going off to Viet Nam were objecting to it being anything older whenever a change was proposed.