Growing up Italian: I “Pasta” like my Grandma
Giuseppa was her name. My grandmother on my dad’s side was a vertically challenged (barely 5 ft tall) feisty and sweet lady.
Giuseppa was totally the opposite of my Grandma on my mother’s side.
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Nonna Peppa, like we confidentially called her, wasn’t into fancy clothes or shoes. She never wore make up. I can’t remember a day when her hair had any other color other than the one of a cloud on a sunny day: a pristine white with hues of light baby blue.
Her hands were weathered by years of hard manual labor. As a young child, she had to wash clothes in the dead of winter at the public “lavatoio” or wash house.
This meant that she had to break the ice sheet first, with her little fist. She then grew and had 3 children, a husband and a farm to tend.
Self advancement was not a word she knew. She was brave, resilient and compassionate, but she could barely write. Peppa spent her life raising 3 children and running the household.
Nonna Peppa was the quintessential Domestic Diva. Untouched by any glamour, grounded like any matriarch.
I didn’t get to spend much time with Nonna since she was always busy running a small feed store. However, holiday time was when our family gathered around her kitchen table in front of a huge fireplace. The Caminetto (fireplace) was the size of a walk in closet. One step up from the rest of the living room, with two wooden benches, one on each side of the fire pit. The walls around it were pitch black from years of wood burning. I did spend countless hours staring at the fire. Hypnotized by the flickering of the flame and inebriated by the smell of it.
What I remember about Nonna Peppa’s cooking is its frugality. Simple dishes that didn’ t lack in taste though. She also wasn’t taking no as an answer. No fussing, no being picky or finicky. Lamb’s brains or cows tong were just food. Delicious, as I remember it.
I grew up eating anything that was placed in front of me. I developed both an appreciation for food and a curiosity for cooking.
Nonna forte’ was pasta: homemade noodles, that is. I believe that I learned most of my kitchen frugality from her. By osmosis, almost..watching her and eating her delicious creations. Simplicity, after all, is the ultimate sophistication.
Today, I would have made Nonna Peppa proud. I made Spinach pasta dough with Quail eggs, shaped it two ways, and prepared a simple sauce to go with it. Can’t wait for leftovers!
Here’s how to stretch a batch of pasta, Nonna’s way.
Until next time, Mangia! and Ciao!Advertise your business on Eugene Daily News!