Cooking in Calabria: Letters from Italy

With her mom jeans and gold Madonna on a chain swinging between her breasts, Marianna Giuditta reminds me of mothers I grew up around in my New Jersey neighborhood. It makes sense, since so many of them were descendants of folks from Calabria, this region in the toe of Italy’s boot. Marianna even moves around the kitchen like they did—a tigress going in for the kill. 

“The pig is the meat of Calabria,” she tells me, hacking away at a chunk of pork and tossing big fatty pieces of it into a pot to start off her Sugo Calabrese. 

Cooking by Marianna’s side is taking the straight shot into the rustic, generous spirit of the region. 

Her classroom is a hilltop shack, which around here is called a casetta. It’s surrounded by lemon and fig trees, a chicken coop, and tiny gardens where Calabria’s famous red onions, herbs, chard, fava beans, peppers, tomatoes, zucchini, and melons grow. There’s an outdoor wood burning stove. It’s a typical Calabrese setup, where townies have a country place to grow their own food and cook great fresh meals. 

Marianna’s evening class is a whirlwind of picking vegetables from the garden and then working on a huge outside table, doing everything from chopping onions to making meatballs that go into pasta al forno. Her husband Franco pours prosecco and adds fresh-picked strawberries to our glasses. We nibble on pecorino paired with the garden’s fava beans—a divine combo. 

While the tomato sauce bubbles along, Marianna teaches me how to make fileja, Calabria’s signature pasta. It looks a little like what back in Jersey was called cavatelli, pronounced gava-deels by those moms.  

The sunset turns the sky pink and orange. It’s dark out by the time class is finished and there are loads of stars. We dine outside by candlelight, and when Marianna breaks out the limoncello, we realize it’s two in the morning. 

The Cooking in Tropea school is the creation of Tania Pascuzzi, an Australian-Italian whose parents were born in Calabria and then immigrated to Melbourne. Tania, who grew up around delicious Calabrian food, came to live in Tropea after fourteen years of high pressure work in the New York fashion industry. She’s a sophisticated, fun-loving gal who looks chic even when she’s wearing faded jeans. 

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Great story, I enjoyed reading it. Very authentic ...
11.21.2009
Susan Van Allen
Thank you all for your enthusiasm about this school--hope you get there--it is so wonderful!
09.18.2009
Julia Allison
This sounds AMAZING!! I am going to recommend this to Jordan, NonSociety's newest contributor. It seems right up her alley!!
09.18.2009
tristan bailey
That sound great, I'll have to look for somewhere to try these now
09.17.2009
Kimmy Scotti
As a Calabrese gal I totally loved reading this story..n'duja is my favorite delicacy and I can only ever find it in one place in New York! Hopefully Ill be heading back to the motherland soon:)
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