Rosenblum: River Room's retired Popover Princess looks forward to spaghetti

  • Article by: GAIL ROSENBLUM , Star Tribune
  • Updated: February 28, 2013 - 11:38 AM

Immacolata Colosimo, 88, the “Popover Princess”

With the Feb. 1 closing of Macy’s River Room restaurant in downtown St. Paul, Immacolata Colosimo, 88, figured it was a good time to retire.

Bummer. The restaurant was a staple for shoppers and St. Paulites celebrating special occasions or holding business lunches. And there was no staple more hungrily craved than what Colosimo brought to the table. If her name isn’t familiar to you, her popovers might be.

For 40 years, Colosimo, called “Emy” by legions of fans, mixed together milk, eggs, flour, salt and unsalted butter to create light, hollow, sublime treats that became the restaurant’s signature offering.

“When she had a day off, the popovers weren’t the same,” said Colosimo’s daughter, Michelina Mariano, a former supervisor at the River Room, who cherished the decades she was able to work with her “role model” Italian immigrant mother.

How many popovers did Colosimo bake during her illustrious career?

“Millions and millions,” Colosimo could only guess, with a laugh. How many did she eat? Zero.

Colosimo, raised in Calabria in southern Italy, prefers her bread sturdy and crusty. But that didn’t stop her from attaining popover perfection, served up with whipped butter.

“If we’d run out, people would just get irate,” Mariano said. “I’ve had people walk out because they couldn’t get a popover.”

Colosimo moved to the United States at age 32, joining her Italian husband in St. Paul. Mariano recalls opening her lunchbox at school sheepishly every day, packed lovingly by Mama. In it, a fried green-pepper sandwich with provolone cheese on homemade bread.

“Nobody wanted to trade with me,” Mariano said with a laugh. “I couldn’t wait to run out so I could eat Wonder Bread. Now I understand.”

When Mariano and her two siblings were little, Colosimo was hired to demonstrate her embroidery and sewing skills at the downtown Dayton’s store, which later became Macy’s, and will close in March. She earned a princely sum of $300 for two weeks and went home to tell her husband that she was going to apply for a full-time position. He was skeptical. His wife spoke little English and didn’t drive.

What would she do?

Two days after submitting her application, Colosimo was hired as a part-timer in the kitchen. She made sandwiches — “they called them hoagies,” she said — then Scotch eggs, quiches, salads and from-scratch pastas and dressings, earning respect for her culinary skills and work ethic. She moved to full time, rarely taking a day off, or even a break.

One day in the early 1980s, her boss handed her a sheet of paper with a handwritten recipe. “Try this,” he said.

“I make lots of batter,” Colosimo recalled, seated in the cozy dining room of her home on St. Paul’s East Side, surrounded by family photos and several of her 40 bocce ball trophies.

She mixed 5 gallons of milk, flour, a tray of eggs, 6 pounds of butter and “lots” of salt, then poured it into a popover pan. The yield?

An oven fire.

“We kinda figure it out,” she said, “after a few little fires.”

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