wow, it could be a relative. yeah. as it turns out, being a tucci isn t that remarkable over here. buongiorno. buongiorno. over half of marzi s population shares our last name. is this what you remember? which turns out to be a big problem, as my dad wants to find his father s house. my recollection, it was perfectly flat. yeah. and there was a place with a huge clock at the top. this is the clock that you just said, right? you remember a flat area. yeah, yeah, a flat area. but do you remember where the house is? i think it was down here. what street is this? watch your step. gennaro tucci, yes. is this jogging your memory at all? that s a long time ago. that i remember. i remember the square. where are we? that s number 30. then that s it. so this, we think, could be the house where your father was born. it s only the second time, and obviously, memory fades.
knowing we ve come to marzi in search of things past, pina s prepared us a little treat that would have been on every family table a hundred years ago, a filled bread bowl called morzello, which is typically stuffed with meat and seasonal vegetables like local favorite, cime di rapa, or broccoli rabe. this ingeniously portable dish meant that farmers, hunters, and even stonemasons like my grandfather could carry a not-so-little slice of home anywhere they went .
yes, i know, i know. i ve always wanted to come here, you know, cause i never came when we were young. but i m glad we saw the town. and the square. beautiful little town. yeah, so pretty. yeah. should we eat? sure. sounds like a good idea. is there a ristorante tucci? maybe, but i m not gonna let you try to find it. marzi sits in the valley of the savuto, known as the valley of wheat, where fed by the mineral-rich waters of the mountains, there s a thousand-year-old history of bread-making. and there s a place nearby still making bread according to ancient calabrian tradition. wow. buongiorno. stanley, stanley, giovanna. pina olivetti runs panificio cuti, one of the most famous artisanal bakeries in the region.
it was. really good. that s delicious. as we head out of marzi, i think of my grandfather stanislao leaving calabria and of that special bond that italian immigrants have to food that reminds them of home. perhaps that s why bread is never missing on our table. passion fruit? as an expedia member, you can save up to 30% when you add a hotel to your flight. so you can learn every way to say - - knowing you got a sweet deal.
birthplace of my grandfather, stanislao tucci the man whom my father and i are named after. the town of marzi, population 900. and happily, i m being joined by two semi-experienced guides, my parents, joan and stan tucci. wow, look at that. oh, look at the door. that s beautiful. wow. well, this is nice. we re walking down via morti. yeah, i saw that. the street of the dead. how nice. i m not going down there. no, don t go there. my father has been to marzi once before. and because our family is obsessed with our ancestry, he suggested we pay a visit to the local town hall to see what we can dig up about my grandfather s life. thank you. okay, so what year? 1889? my father, 1889. okay, 89. 89. wait a minute. come over here, stan.