This is a photo of Lydia [Belbusti] Barbaresi (on the right) with her sister Rose [Belbusti] Bernabucci in New Haven, CT in the 1940s. Lydia was my great grandmother and Nonni’s mother. The sisters were heading back to Italy for a wedding, and it was, I believe, the first time they had been back since emigrating in 1910. This is the only picture I have of Lydia smiling. She always looked very serious, like here and here (of course, if I had that many kids, I wouldn't be smiling, either).
Today, I’m sharing her recipe for Chicken Potacchio, pronounced “po-TAH-key” in their Marchigiano dialect. You have no idea what I had to go through to get this recipe. First of all, I didn’t even know it existed. I had already interrogated Nonni multiple times to make sure I had all of the family recipes written down, when this chicken dish suddenly appeared on the table. I had never seen it before in my life.
Once I tasted it, I knew I had to include it in the cookbook. It was mop-up-all-the-juices scrumptious. Lydia had taught Nonni how to make it, of course, and Nonni made it for her kids growing up, but not so much after that. In fact, she had forgotten about it entirely.
Nonni gave me the run-down, but my first attempt to duplicate it was lackluster, with the chicken cooking way before the potatoes were done. Turns out, there weren’t even supposed to be potatoes in the recipe (you may recall this conversation).
So, I nixed the potatoes, made it again, and it still wasn’t up to snuff. More phone calls. We played this game of culinary Marco Polo for quite some time. With each conversation, a new ingredient or technique was discovered. Peeled garlic cloves turned into unpeeled garlic cloves. Uncovered pots suddenly had covers. Preheated ovens were abandoned for the stovetop.
But, the recipe still wasn’t right.
I was about to give up, drive down to New Haven myself, and videotape the whole production, but I decided to make a last-ditch attempt from afar. When I called, Nonni’s sister-in-law Regina was there. Regina had also learned how to make the dish from Lydia. When Regina heard what Nonni was telling me, she interjected her own instructions, which (surprise, surprise) were completely different. Suddenly, there’s salt pork instead of oil and red wine vinegar instead of white.
Nonni, who’s pushing ninety, laughingly shouts: “She’s always been jealous of me...My shape...Now, she’s trying to take away my chicken.”
Ultimately, there was consensus on the technique. Even some of the ingredients! I tried the recipe again, and guess what? It was perfect. Finally.
I haven’t asked much of you, dear readers, but somebody, somewhere, please make this. It may be the most over-researched recipe in the whole world, but so very well worth it.
Chicken Potacchio
This is Lydia’s original version. Nonni makes it a bit differently with a few tablespoons of oil instead of the salt pork, and the same amount of white vinegar instead of the red wine vinegar. Serve this with Italian bread to soak up the sauce. For the garlic, squeeze it out of its skin and eat it whole or spread it on bread.
2 oz. salt pork, cut into a small dice
2 lb. boneless chicken breasts, cut into two or three pieces
1 head garlic, separated into cloves with skin still on (DON’T YOU DARE PEEL THEM)
½ cup red wine vinegar
½ cup water
1 Tbsp. dried rosemary leaves
Salt and pepper
In a large skillet (with lid) over medium-high heat, fry salt pork (uncovered) until it starts to turn golden and there’s a thin layer of fat rendered at the bottom of the pan. Season the chicken pieces and add them to the pan with the salt pork along with the unpeeled garlic cloves. Don’t cover the pan (I’ll tell you when, okay, just hold your horses). Brown the chicken on both sides, taking care not to let the garlic burn. You can do this in two batches, if necessary.
With the chicken in the pan nice and brown, add the vinegar and water, and sprinkle the rosemary on top. Cover the pan (yes, now) and reduce the heat to a gentle simmer. Cook until chicken is done and sauce has reduced and thickened, 20-30 minutes. Season with salt and pepper.
Lydia [Belbusti] Barbaresi
New Haven, Connecticut (by way of Castelvecchio, Le Marche, Italy)
1883 - 1974
Chicken Potacchio, Swiss chard sautéed with pine nuts and raisins, and one very marked-up manuscript.
Next: Making Pasta
(Previously: Italian Bread)
I love the mental picture of stoves morphing into ovens and pot lids disappearing *poof* into thin air.
I promise to try this out - it sounds good and it's all stuff I have around except the salt pork (which, why DON'T I have that around? Yum!)
Posted by: Heath | July 13, 2007 at 11:06 PM
One of the few meat dishes (perhaps the only one) that my mom (nonni) made that I wasn't overly crazy about. Then again, I did like the sopping up of the juices part with fresh Italian bread. Of course, I haven't had it in a long while so maybe I'd like it better now (hint, hint!).
Posted by: Dad | July 14, 2007 at 12:40 PM
Cranky won my heart, oh so many years ago, with his version of rosemary-vinegar chicken. I bet yours is way better.
Wouldn't it be fun for me to make this for him? :D
xo
Posted by: cookiecrumb | July 14, 2007 at 08:26 PM
I know that I have said this before, but your Friday posts really move me. I love the photos, the story -- the biographical narrative. These are REAL people, real dishes, and I can so much imagine my people doing the same things, if not the exact same things. If you know what I mean. (I grew up in the South, so my great grandma was not making chicken potacchio but rather fried chicken.)
Posted by: Catherine | July 15, 2007 at 12:24 AM
Catherine: I know exactly what you mean. I hope you'll stick around for the Southern side of my family. We'll have to trade recipes and stories.
CC: Cranky knows what's good.
Dad: We already know you're crazy, but maybe your tastes have changed. When do you wanna come over?
Heath: I had to run out to get salt pork, too, and I asked myself that same question. Now, I have lots of extra in the freezer.
Posted by: Tammy | July 15, 2007 at 08:11 AM
I am absolutely giving this recipe a shot--it looks phenomenal! Like Heath, I just gotta find some salt pork first.
Posted by: Jim | July 16, 2007 at 11:52 AM
Jim: Cool. Wish I could say the same about the maggot cheese shown on your blog!!
Posted by: Tammy | July 16, 2007 at 08:43 PM
Yet another peasant Marchi dish approaching haute cuisine status! An excellent picnic/tailgating offering. Rosemary (along with fennel) are characteristic herbs of Marchegiano cuisine. Secret weapon here is the judicious use of salt pork! One of my Dad's favorite dishes, and now also one of my French Canadian son-in-law's! Bravo, from a native son New Havener who is also a PURE Marchegiano!
Posted by: Richard J. Sorcinelli | January 03, 2009 at 07:26 PM
Tammy, I made this tonight, and EVERYONE (including three picky-though hungry- kids) wolfed it down. I loved the garlic smeared on the Italian bread. My breath is going to reek tonight :)Totally worth it! I should have doubled the recipe for the sauce...we are sauce lovers, and there wasn't too much left over (my only complaint). It was just that good! I also used fresh rosemary because we are in SoCal where it is a weed. Came out amazing!! Thank you for the recipe! I am making fried chicken masala tomorrow (it's hubby's fave!) Thanks again Tammy. You rock!! love, Katie
p.s. is everyone else's salt pork really hard to cut? I just threw it in almost whole.
Posted by: katie | July 26, 2011 at 12:01 AM
Wow--I am so happy that I found your website! It could be my family--the recipes, the photos everything! My family grew up in New Haven and Hamden also. It just warms my heart to read all of your stories!
Posted by: Maria Barra Proffitt | March 30, 2013 at 02:58 PM