TRADITIONS IN MEMORIES OF A CHILD (For our friends emigrated)

My childhood memories are tied to Racalmuto and Sundays spent with my grandparents, free to rummage around and everywhere in the house on the first floor, the "Purgatory". I seemed to discover the treasures and objects that were not touched, for me, usuali.Girare the rooms had an indescribable flavor that did come out all the enthusiasm of bambina.Aspettavamo cousins ​​who came later and the euphoria was irrepressible . My grandmother, with her black apron, stood in the kitchen, preparing them cavati.Non let anyone get close to "lu scanaturi ", where she, with skilled hands and nimble, then kneaded and formed those little dots of dough rigirata.Noi Children, in silence, we were looking at those bony fingers with speeds incavavano impasto.Alla rectangles of order, made to secure them gouged out, her grandmother allowed us to play with a little 'of farina.Sul stove muttered, in a glazed pot , spread the sauce, the whole house, the smell of tomatoes and sour denso.Per the room, hoping to get something, the usual cat that wandered, getting too close, was banished getting the inevitable "iiiisssiiii." While we children we played the grown-ups told the latest news in the country, mostly pettegolezzi.Alla end always ended with the news about who had died, when and come.Nel while in another room, where a brazier was burning "lu ginisi ", you set the table, a white tablecloth that my aunts were circling in the air and make it fall on the wooden table spesso.Mia mother disposal plates, cups and posate.La grandmother, in a deep pot with boiling water, slid the dough that gave off the odor of farina.Quando was time to drain it, we children were turned away because we could scottarci.Finalmente dishes were filled and all sat around the table to enjoy them cavati.L 'happiness, due to the happiness of being together, enriched a dish was Buo tanta.La grandmother, caring, rather than eat, was to make sure our plates were full enough or that we wanted another porzione.Allora the party was represented by the fact that the family riunisse.Le few things made us happy even though many things were missing. But I still remember a dish of gouging, the serenity of my grandmother, the happiness of all.

Rurù

FROM TODAY TAKES THE WAY THE NEW BOOK OF RECIPES PREPARED BY OUR OLD FRIEND RURU '. NEED TO NOTIFY ANYONE OLD OR CURRENT COURSES CAN 'DO IT TO WRITING: castrumracalmutodomani@gmail.com