MARCHIGIANA RABBIT STEW

MARCHIGIANA RABBIT STEW

This rabbit stew (the rabbit can be substituted with chicken) is a vintage dish. I found it in a 1970s collection of recipes from an elementary school project in Pergola. Each child was asked to bring one of their grandmother’s recipes to school to assemble a traditional regional cookbook.
Pergola is a tiny hillside village in the heart of the Marche region, a beautiful area that is unfortunately or fortunately out of the tourist mainstream, where a local first-class cuisine still thrives.
In an age where there was no intensive livestock farming in Italy, we followed the seasons for meat consumption so, the end of summer was the best moment to eat rabbit, since those born during the spring had fully grown.
Toss the wonderful fresh home-made noodles with the stew’s sauce in a bowl adding a few tablespoons of the pasta cooking water.

MARCHIGIANA RABBIT STEW
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Prep Time: 30 minutes
Cooking Time: 2 ½ hours
Total Time: 3 hours
Yield: Makes 8 to 10 servings.

Ingredients

  • 2 rabbits, chopped into small pieces
  • 2 cans of tomato purée
  • 2 onions, finely minced
  • 2 carrots, finely minced
  • 1 celery stalk, finely minced
  • Rabbit liver, finely chopped
  • 1 tbsp parsley, finely minced
  • 2 slices pancetta or prosciutto, finely chopped
  • ½ cup (125 ml) olive oil
  • 3 cups (750 ml) water
  • Salt and pepper
  • Fresh tagliatelle (noodles) 800 grams

Instructions

Place the rabbit pieces in a non-stick saucepan and sauté them until their water content evaporates, about 15 to 20 minutes.
When they are cooked, add all the other ingredients except for the water and tomato, and sauté for 25 to 30 minutes at medium-low heat. Season with salt and pepper and when the vegetables and pancetta are browned, add the water and cook for an hour, then add the tomato and cook for 30 minutes.

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About the Author

Growing up in Emilia Romagna, a region known for Parmesan, Parma ham, lasagna, and filled pasta, a great deal of my childhood was spent in the kitchen with my grandmother and mother.

Even at a very young age, I could see that for them cooking was a passionate expression of their love for their family. While I’m filled with many warm memories of watching them cook, what I remember most is circling the table and watching the stove, waiting for any opportunity I could to steal a taste.