This is a rarity that I write something that doesn’t have a new recipe attached to it. But I can’t help myself today. This morning, Joe told me that Henry Hill passed away last night. The notorious mobster that was the the key influence for the classic and brilliantly done movie, “Goodfellas”. He was known as the the Nations most famous “Rat”, when he decided to work with FBI agents and tell-on all the other wise-guys. Henry was then put into the witness protection program, “eating ketchup on egg noodles” which didn’t last too long because he would just blow his own cover.
I must have seen Goodfellas a least a dozen times, easy. I have the DVD and instantly feel a connection once I hear the credits rolling. I often tell friends how I feel I should have been part of a different decade, a different era. And Goodfellas transforms me into that era. The music was classic and understandable. Food was appreciated and family was tight and sacred.
Of course I don’t yearn to be a part of the mob scene. Cocaine and murder isn’t exactly on my bucket list. What attracted me to the lifestyle was their confidence. These wiseguys knew how to get things done and did it-no questions asked. I appreciate that.
In honor of Henry Hill and all the wise-guys, we will be rolling meatballs and making making “razor-thin” garlic, just as Pauly did. Maybe a little Sinatra in the background and enjoy a nice Chianti to go with.
We won’t be toasting to all the hurt that was done, but to the era. To the classics, respect, family and all the goodfellas out there.