Italian So Fat, Low Fat, No Fat: More Than 100 Recipes for Special Occasions

Italian So Fat, Low Fat, No Fat: More Than 100 Recipes for Special Occasions

Focusing on Italian favorites for the American table, this cookbook offers delicious Italian recipes with a low-fat twist, such as Lasagna Pizza Pie, Quick Chicken Cacciatore, Spinach Stuffed Mannicotti, and many more. Original. Tour. Betty Rohde, bestselling author of So Fat, Low Fat, No Fat and More So Fat, Low Fat, No Fat, lost 66 pounds and lowered her cholesterol level using the recipes in her books. She has kept the weight off. Betty and her husband live in Gore, Oklahoma. Chapter 1 Soups, Salads, and Dips Two Short Blocks to Red Pepper Soup When asked by Simon & Schuster to do an Italian book, I thought OK! Now you probably already know where I live from the previous books, So Fat, Low Fat, No Fat and More So Fat, Low Fat, No Fat. If not, let me tell you. Gore, Oklahoma, which I refer to as Gore, America, is a wonderful small town of about 670 people, very clean, friendly, and small. This is a resort-area town, pathway to Lake Tenkiller, which draws a large number of area city dwellers annually. Nevertheless, I still live in a small town. I pride myself on the fact that all the ingredients in my previous books could be found in our one grocery store, making it easy for readers to use the recipes. I have had comments from one side of the States to the other, as well as Canada. You would be surprised at the number of phone calls I get every day from ladies all over, referring to the simplicity of the ingredients in my recipes. One lady called me just yesterday and I didn't get her name and address, which I am sorry for because I like to write to some of my callers. I had gotten into this book about halfway when I discussed the ingredients with my editor. She said, "You are now international, so you need to get out of town." Ha! She was telling me to go to the nearest city and to a larger grocery store for a larger selection. I did, I really did. I took three other ladies and flew to New York City. Now, how is that for getting out of town? Don't tell me to go somewhere. I am going to tell you about Two Short Blocks to Red Pepper Soup, starting with the entire ordeal from takeoff to return. Two of us were flying on one airline and the other two were supposed to be an hour behind us on another airline. I had forgotten to advise the other ladies of our flight number and I tried all the previous evening to reach them because something told me they were going to land in New York City before us, even though this was not the schedule. They traveled to Tulsa to spend the night before leaving because of such an early departure the next morning. I could not find them. Departure time: We board, taxi out to runway, taxi back. Problem with aircraft. The captain advised us it would only be a few minutes' delay. I tried desperately to send a message to Ann, because I knew they were at their gate awaiting their departure. An hour later we watched their aircraft leave. Another hour and our aircraft left. I don't even need to tell you that we missed our connection in Atlanta. Rushed to another gate with a flight leaving in five minutes. Have you ever been in the Atlanta airport? No other words needed! We got on, in the back, made it to New York OK. We had to go out front of the airport, catch a bus that would take us around to the airline that Ann and Cleo came in on. Finally we got there. I went up to the information desk to have them paged, and this lady (Cleo -- whom I had never met before) overheard me saying Ann's name and said, "Are you Betty?" They were standing, ready to kill me as well as leave me and go into the city. I knew that the limousine that was scheduled to pick us up was going to be a problem because of the delays. It was, it was, it was. He left! I don't think I should have to tell you I was on the phone loud and clear. Five times to be exact. The operator kept telling me to deposit another nickel. I had everything except nickels. I could see the girls, I kept waving for them to come and bring me change. They kept waving back. Guess they thought I was so happy to see them I just kept waving at them. Finally after one hour and fifteen minutes our limo arrived. Four Okies standing on the street in the rain at New York City airport. Got your attention? Just wait, it only gets better. Remember, we have just arrived. We are finally in the limo and on our way to our hotel. It is now 7:15 P.M. We have tickets for Showboat at 8:00. Are we going to make it? Nope! When we finally got to our rooms it was ten minutes until 8:00. I told the ladies, "You have ten minutes to change." Well, Cleo had this bad hair day; nothing more need be mentioned. We ask directions to the theater. Just two short blocks. Three of us had umbrellas, and we started walking, which is what everyone in New York does. Oops, we overshot -- we have gone six blocks; got to go back. It seems that when it starts to sprinkle in New York, like magic, the umbrella vendors just appear on the street corners. Ann