Recipe Ravioli Nero With Salmon in Cheese Sauce and Truffle Paste – most popular dish at Under Wonder Restaurant in Kiev. Today I show you recipe of it. Enjoy!
Recipe Ravioli Nero With Salmon in Cheese Sauce and Truffle Paste:
- 800 g semolina
- 10 eggs
- 12 g salt
- 20 g cuttlefish ink
- 40 g olive oil
- 300 g raw salmon
- 200 g raw white mushrooms
- 100 g Parmesan cheese
- 50 g oil
- 10 g salt
- 2 g ground black pepper
- 100 g 30% cream
- 20 g blue cheese
- 3 g truffle cream
- Mix all ingredients in a kneading machine or manually until getting stretchy and uniform consistency-mass.
- Wrap in a clingfilm and leave in a fridge for 30 minutes.
- Chop fresh salmon in small 0.5x0.5 dices.
- Chop mushrooms in the same manner, roast them in oil, add salt, pepper and leave for a while to cool down.
- Then mix salmon with mushrooms and Parmesan. Mix well.
- Take the dough out of the fridge, roll it out in a 3mm-thick layer.
- Make pits, put the filling, and cover previously oiling edges.
- Cut at joint edges.
- Put in a freezer.
- Bring to boil cream with cheese in a sauté pan (let the cheese melt).
- At the end, add truffle cream.
- Put ravioli nero in a salted boiling water and cook for 10 minutes.
- Put cooked ravioli in a previously cooked sauce, let them warm up and put on a soup plate to serve.
Visual learner, you know what I mean
I could never understand how people could listen to audio books. Read by even and monotone voices, always the same. Usually, I fall asleep, listening to their unhurried reading. And it didn’t matter, if I tried to listen to my most favourite books, issued as audio ones, or if they were read by professionals. I couldn’t listen to them and just fell asleep couple of times, and several times I was sorry, I wasted my time and money, and bought printed versions.
In general, I have complicated relations with sound. I have utilitarian perception of music, as of noise. I don’t hear words. I don’t hear meaning. I do try to make myself to understand the meaning, but in half a minute, I get carried away with my thoughts.
For me, music is a sonic associative tag to an event or a place, a person or a taste. Just it. But there’s an exception.