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Wild greens and maccheroni alla chitarra…

When asked if I’d like to contribute a family recipe from Abruzzo to a charity cookbook, my first answer was, of course! That it will be helping save the dwindling population of Marsican brown bears in Abruzzo – wonderful! And that my recipe will be alongside those the likes of Niko Romito, a 3x Michelin star chef, Vincenzo’s Plate and food journalist, Rachel Roddy of the Guardian, I suddenly quaked. Ma dai! Really?! 👀

After some thought, the recipe I couldn’t go past is, Maccheroni alla chitarra with wild greens. I’ve known this dish from when I was a little girl, have cooked and eaten it in both Italy and Australia and it has ties to my Abruzzo ancestry going back more than 600 years. It’s also a lovely connection to Bisnonna Maddalena and Nonno Anni recalling her foraging for wild greens on hillsides around Fossa and carrying them in her apron back to the kitchen. (‘Maccheroni’ is the original Abruzzese name used for this dish, while in Italy’s north where maccheroni is a short pasta, it’s called ‘spaghetti alla chitarra’.)

Pictured for the cookbook is my chitarra – made of beechwood and strung with steel wires, which are ‘tuned’ like a guitar. A sheet of fresh pasta is laid across the wires and pressed through with a rolling pin. One side creates thin strands with a square profile, the other side, wider strands, like fettucine, as I’ve made here. In the little vases (old inkpots!) are some edible greens I picked – yes, I went foraging in the backyard, not quite the Abruzzo hillsides but I was amazed how much it yielded (and I double-checked they were safe to eat – dandelion leaves, cobbler’s pegs, purslane among them).

The napkin I chose is one Nanna Francesca brought me back from Italy many years ago and the fork is from a cutlery set bought in L’Aquila in 1970 by a Fossa relative, Pierina who gave it my parents who passed it down to me. Once you start delving into it, it’s incredible how much history can end up in sitting down to a bowl of pasta! 💚🍝 xxx

* An Abruzzo invention, the ‘chitarra’ dates back to at least the 1800s, its ancestor being a rolling pin with notches in it that cut the pasta into the wider strands. (Chitarra may be found in many shops, markets and online.) Will keep you posted when the cookbook is available. 😊

Salviamo l’Orso – save the Marsican brown bear

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Pallotte cacio e ova (dialect) polpette of cheese and eggs…

Recently, my cousin, Carlo (on Granny Maddalena’s side), who lives in Italy, revisited the area of our ancestors in Abruzzo and sent me these photos of pallotte cacio e ova that he’d cooked for the first time. His mother used to make this dish and our shared nonni in Abruzzo would make it too in times past.

I admit I’ve never cooked cheese polpette instead of the usual meatballs. In Australia, Nanna Francesca always cooked the meat ones. (As a little girl, I hated plunging my hands into a bowl of cold mince mixed with egg, breadcrumbs and parsley that together we’d mould into egg shapes – I’m so happy now though that she made me do this with her!)

Abruzzo’s pallotte cacio e ova no doubt came about to use up leftover bits of cheese and stale bread in the cucina povera tradition. Fried, then simmered in tomato sauce, the pallotte swell and absorb the sauce flavour to taste surprisingly like ‘real’ meatballs. I might have to try it, I think! Thank you to Carlo, for sending me these wonderful photos and allowing me to share them. It’s so great to see the carrying on of heritage in handed-down recipes.

I’ve much admiration for how all of our ancestors created inventive and delicious dishes from humble ingredients and didn’t waste anything. Yes, this mostly came from living in poverty but it’s taught me that no matter how much we have, never to throw away food, to try to find some way to use leftovers. Scraps could feed animals and if there was food past its day, the nonni buried it to ‘go back into the earth’ as fertiliser.

In turn, this dish also reflects the land and what was available. Bread from milled grain or corn grown in the fields, eggs from household chickens or bartered, pecorino cheese due to Abruzzo’s many sheep flocks. Carlo said he decided to use parmigiano as well as pecorino, as the latter can be quite salty. This is fitting, I think, since he also has ancestry from Emilia Romagna. It seems it’s always there with us, this history of our ancestors, especially in food and I’m so pleased it continues. ❤️ Zoë xx

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Friday night feast…

When feeding a few on a Friday night means pizza, pane cipolle and a pan of spaghetti! (And some salad. 👀😄) All pretty rustic, especially with a temperamental oven on its last legs, but the entire house has some delicious cooking scents and everyone seems to be smiling. (Credit and un grande grazie to Roger for his part in cooking too!) Buon fine settimana a tutti! Zoë xx  😊💛🍕🍝

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