This National Poetry Month(NPM), I am writing and sharing original poems about food, family and feasts. Sundays will be a day to reshare a poem from the past. A list of links to previous poems is HERE.
My husband’s family is from southern Italy and Sicily. His Sicilian Nana (only grandparent he knew) taught him how to make this dish. It’s a crowd favorite.
Nana’s recipe: favassa
called for anchovies, green onions
but not on our pie
©jone rush macculloch (2020, draft)
That photo is astonishing! Your poem and whole food poetry idea is so much fun.
Love your poem. My husband, also a Chuck, is from Pulgia. He was born five days after his family arrived here from Italy. He is a chef. Your poem and picture make my mouth water.
Looks yummy! I love the form you chose for your pie! My Italian grandparents made delicious homemade pizza pie, too.