Lucca Recipes

When my wife, Julie, and I got married, we knew there was only one place to go for our honeymoon: Italy. I was excited to take her to Gombitelli, the tiny town in the mountains near Lucca where my dad's side of the family came from. My great-grandparents, Angelo and Olimpia Gemignani, had left Gombitelli for America at the turn of the last century, and my Grandpa Frank was born right after they got off the boat. We meandered through the Tuscan countryside, following increasingly sketchy gravel roads and finally ending up on a narrow donkey trail that wound up the side of a steep mountain. I remembered this road from a visit I'd made seven years earlier. Since then, it seemed to have eroded and gotten even narrower. It was barely wide enough for a car, with a sheer drop along one side and, naturally, no guardrail. We came to a dead end, the front of the car facing a deep ravine, and an old man came out of his house, waving violently and screaming at us in Italian. I rolled down the window and said "Gemignani?" His expression changed from rage to joy as he motioned to follow him and raced off, back down the road, yelling "Gemignani! Gemignani!" I made the most terrifying U-turn of my life and followed him. The minute I saw the little house and farm, I had the same overwhelming feeling I'd had the first time I'd been there. It was like stepping into my grandpa's farm in California. Although he'd never even been to Italy, he had the blood of a Tuscan _contadino_-and there in front of me was his backyard in every detail: the same flowers, the lemon tree, the dogwood, the fava beans, the big wine jugs wrapped in straw, the rusty tools scattered around. That California farm and my grandpa are long gone, but in that moment, I was home again. My cousins had decided there was one thing they absolutely had to serve us for our welcome meal: pizza, of course. And this is the one they made. It was quite thin, almost like a toasted flatbread, and I've replicated that in this recipe by rolling the dough out and docking it, so you get a light, crisp crust that's just right with the gutsy _puttanesca_-style combination of crushed tomatoes, olives, garlic, and anchovies.

Provided by Tony Gemignani

Yield Makes one 13-inch pizza; 6 slices

Number Of Ingredients 11

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Provided by Michael Chiarello : Food Network

Categories     appetizer

Time 22m

Yield 6 servings

Number Of Ingredients 8

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A hearty winter soup from Mark Bittman. He tasted it on a recent trip to Lucca, a town in Tuscany. If you don't have farro, you can substitute with spelt or barley. The recipe was printed in New York Times (Dec. 18, 2008). You can also add a Parmesan rind for more flavour. Enjoy!

Provided by blucoat

Categories     Grains

Time 1h45m

Yield 4 serving(s)

Number Of Ingredients 13

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