I spent the weekend at my grandparents’ house.
It had been over 2 years since I had been there. Not because I don’t love them, or they live interstate, life just seemed to get in the way.
When I saw their faces, I was flooded by a wave of shame. I couldn’t believe I had pushed them so far down the priority list!
They are Italian, and are now quite old. My Nonna Berina speaks no english, even after living here for 55 years, and my Nonno Mario speaks only a little. They are typical Italian migrants, in that they have tiles throughout the entire house, there is plastic covering all the furniture, and they still grow a lot of their own food. Though one drastic thing had changed since my last visit – Mario now does all the cooking, since Berina had fallen ill.
It was quite intriguing to see him in the kitchen. He was actually rather comfortable there, which I found very unusual. You see, it is their culture for the husband to go out and ‘work’, while the wife stays home to cook and clean. If times were tough, and the wife was also required to go out and earn a living, it is still her duty to take care of all the home duties – including all the meals. So I really was not used to seeing him pottering about in there.
I will be honest, him and I have never been particularly close. He was a hard man, and not someone who I’d ever found very approachable. Now that he is quite old, his demeanour has softened greatly. I watched him tend to the pots and pans in the kitchenette, and couldn’t help but wonder where he had gotten the recipe from?
I was rather curious.
When I asked, his grin grew wide and his eyes even twinkled a little with nostalgia.
He shared a lovely little childhood memory with me, in the weird broken Italian-English language we use with each other.
When he was a small boy, during the depression in the early 30’s, he was always hanging around the kitchen, looking for a scrap to eat. They were a poor family, with 6 children. He can still recall times when they wouldn’t eat for several days. He remembers the pain of hunger in his stomach, and the many tears shed by his mother who couldn’t feed her children.
His father grew fruit and vegetables for a living. They had a donkey with a cart, which they would load up with food to take into the village to sell. What they were unable to sell, the food that returned home, was what the family had to eat. This, the overgrown zucchini from the garden, and verdura.
Verdura is an Italian word, which is basically a blanket term for dark leafy vegetable greens. Silverbeet, kale, chicory, rocket, dandelion, spinach, beet tops, plus many more edible leaves and weeds I do not know the name of. Verdura was a staple in their household, and all the children hated it – even though they were starving! Oh no, not verdura again, they would complain. His mother would stew the greens in tomato passata, or if they didn’t have any, just fry them with a little garlic and olive oil and stir them through fresh orecchiette pasta (this, being the pasta shape of their region). His mother, and the other women of the family would spend 2 days or more making batches of fresh pasta. He told me about the special technique his mother had to roll out the pasta shape, he was smiling as he reminisced.
The meal he prepared for us was one of the many variations of verdura he remembers his mother making. While he continued to prepare our meal, I tried to explain to him that kale and dandelion are in fashion now. He was rather astonished.
I cannot begin to convey how much I enjoyed listening to his story. To connect with him, for probably the first time in my life. He showed me how to prepare the meal – a gift worth so much to me, and one I will keep forever.
Even when eating your greens is no longer on trend.


Kale and Taleggio Pizza
As I couldn’t bear to eat another bowl of pasta, I decided the next best thing would be to slather those greens on a pizza base.
It was a stroke of genius!
You can use any green leaves you like, or a mixture if you prefer. This recipe makes 3 medium-sized pizzas, you can double it quite easily. I did, and placed prepared balls of pizza dough in my freezer.
Pizza Dough
adapted from Jamie Oliver
– 500g white flour (preferably ’00’ if you can)
– 1/2 tsp salt
– 7g satchel of dried yeast
– 1/2 Tbsp sugar
– 2 Tbsp olive oil
– 325ml lukewarm water
Toppings
– bunch of kale, stem and ribs removed, and finely shredded
– big glug of olive oil
– 2 cloves garlic, minced
– pinch of salt
– 100g Taleggio cheese,
– handful grated pecorino
– juice of a lemon or 2, for serving
To make the pizza dough, place water, olive oil, sugar and yeast into a jug and leave to sit for a few minutes.
Meanwhile, place the flour and salt into the mixing bowl of your bench top mixer and make a well in the centre. If you do not have a mixer and need to make the dough by hand, click on Jamie Oliver’s link for your instructions.
When the yeast mixture is foamy, pour it into the well and knead on the lowest speed with your dough hook attachment.
When smooth and elastic, after a few of minutes, place a damp cloth over the top and leave to rise is warm place for about 1 1/2 hours, or until doubled in size.
While you are waiting for the dough you can prepare your toppings.
Place your shredded kale, or which ever greens you are using, in a large pan with a very generous glug of olive oil. Saute gently and add a few pinches of good quality sea salt. After a minute or 2, add the minced garlic and stir to combine. Fry gently for another minute them remove from heat.
Heat your oven to 220 degrees C.
When the dough is ready, remove from the bowl and divide into equal portions. At this point you can wrap and freeze/refrigerate what you’re not going to use.
Roll out the rounds on a lightly floured surface until you have reached desired thinness.
Spread the greens equally between all the pizza bases and dot over the taleggio cheese. Finish sprinkling on some grated pecorino and place in a hot oven to bake – I did mine for about 10 minutes but every oven will vary, so keep an eye on it.
When golden, remove from oven, squeeze over some fresh lemon juice and maybe even a drizzle of olive oil.
Aw, your story brought tears to my eyes. My Italian Mama (a close family friend, but not related) passed away earlier this year, and your story of your grandfather reminded me of her. The pizza looks wonderful, I wonder now if I could trick my five-year-old into eating it… Thank you for sharing
Aww Anne, thank you for your comment – I suspected that there would be a few people out there who could relate to this story somehow, your Mama sounds like she was pretty special to you.
I actually made this again the other night with some sliced roast pumpkin as well, and it only went down with minimal complaints (from my very fussy 6 yr old!). Best of luck with your littlie!
X Jade.
What moving story, Jade. Thank you for sharing. And the recipe is lovely too.
Hello Darya, thank you for your lovely comment!
Glad you enjoyed the story, it’s one that’s close to my heart. X
This is such a beautiful, well-written post. I wish I could have spent more time with my grandparents… they lived overseas for the entirety of my childhood and now all but one of them have passed away. I remember crying desperately when my paternal grandfather was hospitalised for cancer… I was at uni in Australia, doing a work placement/prac and he was in England. I still think about it and wish I could’ve dropped everything and gone there. Anyway, back to this beautiful post – I am glad that you had time to spend with your grandparents. I am sure that your grandfather treasured this time to talk with you just as much as you did. I’ve made a pizza just like this before. Such a delicious combination! I can understand how your grandfather would’ve been sick of it after a while though (with the pasta). Yet again I’m thinking about how privileged we are just to be nourished each day. Thanks for sharing these moments with us xx
Thanks for your comment Laura!
I think regret is an awful thing to carry around with you, and not making time for the ones who are important in our life is sadly, a regret many people have. I am just learning this now (but better late than never hey!).
And yes, completely agree, we are so very privileged! There are times when I think perhaps it’s not necessarily a good thing, you know, such lack of appreciation for what we have etc. But that’s probably a topic for another day : )
I love these photos. And we have the same checkered napkins!!! I’ve heard a lot about this Jamie Oliver pizza dough. I must try it. (Though, not tonight: last night I got a piece of pizza in Chicago and it had CHICKEN AND WAFFLES ON IT. There was a slight maple drizzle on top of the cheese. It was PHENOMENAL.)
Thank you for comment Eggton, especially regarding the photos, it’s a huge compliment. I am very new to photography and learning a lot along the way : )
And, maple and cheese – possibly the best combo ever! Add chicken and waffles? Holy moly!
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