Julio and I return to our mixing madness, combining the cheese trio with our ready rice. Our only saving grace is the timed 10 minute break while we wait for our rice to thicken. For 15 minutes we steadily stir as each turn of the wooden paddle becomes a struggle to complete. If we burn the bottom, our entire pot of rice is ruined and we’re all out of luck. Julio and I keep the flame low and the mixing to a steady speed. Next, I suffer through the long process of laboring over 10 pounds of long grain carolina rice. We mingle the mix together and add a sprinkling of seasoning: salt, pepper and parsley. Eddie advises me as we combine our cheese-lovers trifecta of fresh ricotta, chopped mozzarella and grated romano. Tricks of the trade-Photo by Sandy įaicco’s sells nearly 600 rice balls on their busiest day so I’ve got 600 chances at salvation. Indeed, Faicco’s is the only place I know that a self conscious single girl can walk into feeling a little uneasy and alone and, after a few supportive smiles, can walk out feeling like the loveliest lass in the village – and without a mirror in sight.
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And without that full length mirror to monitor my appearance, the 10 hardworking and honorable hunks at Faicco’s must fill the gap. I spent last Thursday making Italian Rice Balls at Faicco’s Pork Store at 260 Bleecker Street. But in my Italian neighborhood of Greenwich Village, the only suitable starchy seed to secure is the one found in the rice-centric Sicilian Arancini. To combat my 7 years of instability, I must attempt to harness the healing and restorative recources of rice. Ancient Chinese tradition hints at the historical significance of rice as a source of good luck – which is one of the reasons we sprinkle the seed ceremoniously on the bride and groom.
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Finally, I found a food that would force my good fortune to return. And unfortunately, the only wishing well I know is 2 hours east of here on Mill Race Road in my hometown of Hampton Bays. I had hoped for a Ladybug landing or even a penny in my path, but no such luck. Since our cells and our souls are said to regenerate every 7 years, I may have several seasons of unseemly events to sort through.įeeling like I could use a little luck, I went in search of a cure to combat my curse. And when we New Yorkers run around with no time to spare and crowd our oh-so-tiny abodes leading to living room liabilities– we not only bump into and break our mirrors but we damage our destiny in the dealing. As I painstakingly pick up the shattered slivers, I start to wonder about the reality of that old wives tale. Legend leads us to believe that a mirror not only reflects our outfits, but actually steals our soul. I have 200 tiny little pieces and seven years of bad luck to contemplate.
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But in my race to arrive on schedule, and as I exit my apartment and pull the door to slam it shut, my flimsy full length mirror slides from its unstable perch and falls to the floor. Lucky for me, I can be at work in only 2 blocks time.