Zia Giovannina's Chicken & Rice

Proverbio Italiano of the day:

"Ogni cosa a suo tempo."

Meaning: everything at it's proper time. We say this all of the time at our house, to remind us that eventually all things happen in God's perfect timing.

This Riso e Pollo dinner brings back memories of my sweet great Aunt, Zia Giovannina. 

Everytime we would visit her house, she would make this chicken and rice dish, and would serve it in these brown glass dishes. She would recount stories, and she'd hold my cheek between her two fingers as she'd smile and tell me how big I'd gotten. 

I remember Zia Giovannina turning on her Cappuccino/Espresso machine, and the room would fill with this delightful coffee bean aroma. I see her smile and sweet laugh every time we make this dish at home. I hope you enjoy. 

 Ingredients 

2 pieces chicken breast cubed

2 cups yellow grain rice

4 cups water

1 onion

1 tbsp. olive oil

salt to taste

1 cube/bag chicken base

1 cup tomato paste or sauce (whichever you prefer)

1/4 cup white cooking wine

let's make it

1. Cut up onion and sauté it in olive oil in high pot over medium heat.

2. Chop up chicken breasts into cubes. Place them in pan to begin cooking.

3. Place 1 cup tomato paste/sauce and mix with chicken pieces. 

4. Add white wine and rice. 

5. In another pot, add 4 cups of water and chicken base and bring to boil. 

6. With a small ladle, pour scoops of hot chicken base mixture into other rice mixture. Mix all together.

7. Place lid over pot and cook on low heat for 20 minutes.

Homemade Mozzarella Sticks

I wanted to make an easy appetizer dish the other day, and stumbled upon an easy recipe of Mozzarella Sticks. I mean who doesn't love mozzarella sticks right?! These are wayyy better than any you may buy at the frozen section at your local super market. Buon Appetito!

Ingredients

8 oz mozzarella cheese
1/2 cup flour
2 eggs
1 cup seasoned bread crumbs
hot pepper flakes (if you like)
salt to taste
Parmesan cheese 
vegetable oil for frying

let's make it

1. Begin by slicing the mozzarella cheese into long thin pieces. Place on side. 


2. Pour the flour into a dish, and take mozzarella pieces one by one and dredge them into flour.


3. Then mozzarella pieces into beaten eggs, and roll into breadcrumbs. 


4. Place mozzarella sticks on a wire rack as you finish all of the pieces. 


5. This part is VERY important: freeze the mozzarella sticks for about 30 minutes. I didn't the first time because I think I'm a rebel... and the cheese fell out during the frying. 


6. Heat up oil in a deep pan, about 3 inches. 


7. Once oil is hot, begin frying mozzarella sticks until golden brown. 


8. Drain on paper towel. Serve with Marinara Sauce, or ketchup if you prefer. 

The Italy I know

My first language was Italian. My Mamma moved here to the United States with my father when they got married, and so the only language that was spoken at home was Italian.

Every few years or so, my family would pack up their bags and fly to a little town hidden on top of mountains in southern Italy.
 

 
The twists and turns, up and down the narrow roads meant we were getting closer.  

The road becomes more bumpy and then finally you could see the old church on the right... a slight turn and the main piazza was in view. 

The view. 

If only I could bottle up just how insanely beautiful it is. 

Right before everyone begins to wake up, the sun is already risen and shining, and all is quiet.

As soon as we arrive, I do the one thing I've done ever since I was a little girl. I run back to my Nonno and Nonna's living room, open the balcony doors and step out.

And I just stand there for a few moments. The smell of burnt wood and trees... I can almost hear the whispers of past times replaying in my mind. 

It never changes. It's almost as if time stands still in this little town.

That's why I love it so much. No matter how different or old I am, it sweeps you right back to how you last left it. 

Memorizing the roads from my mamma's parents home to my father's parents home became second nature over the years.

"Just walk past the little white house, past the giant bend in the road, past the vineyard until you reach a slight turn. Then just when you can the sun behind the mountain, go all the way down and you'll see Zio's pink house on the left. Keep going past so and so's house... and then you'll be right in front of Nonna and Nonno's house."

I can actually see that road in my mind right now.  

 
Along with my sister and cousin, I would go for long walks through the town, and we became accustomed to a distant Zio and Zia waving to us proclaiming we were the daughter of so and so from America. 

Sometimes we stop and our cheeks are pinched to say how much we've grown or how much we look like our mother and father. 

It's this Italy that is home to me.

Sometimes we would complain there wasn't much to do growing up in a small town, but as I've grown up I've realized what a blessing it is to know this Italy... one that not many get to see.

I suppose to anyone else, it would just be another little town.
 
But to me, the beauty of it all is how many stories are tied up in this little place. The people, my family that grew up here, the tales of past times... make it magical.

I can't wait to return and relive all of these memories again.