The market continues its steady climb. I had 4 showings this week and 1 offers. My reputation precedes me now — the Greek agent who tells the truth about roofs and brings food to open houses. Worse reputations exist.
I drove to Tarpon Springs for Sunday dinner. The drive takes forty minutes if the traffic behaves. It never behaves. But I make the drive because the table at Mama's house is non-negotiable, and Sunday dinner is the thread that holds this family together.
Mama is 82 and still at the bakery at 4 AM. I do not know how much longer she will do this. I do not ask. You do not ask Voula Papadopoulos about endings. You stand next to her and roll phyllo and trust that the beginning continues as long as the hands are moving.
I made pastitsio because January needed warmth and cinnamon and a bechamel that took forty-five minutes and three seconds to eat. I ate it on the back porch while the sun set and the air smelled like honey and butter. A quiet evening. The food was good. Good is enough. Good is everything.
I visited the bakery this weekend. Mama was behind the counter, flour on her apron, her face set in the concentration of a woman who takes baking as seriously as other people take surgery. I stood next to her and rolled dough and said nothing because the silence between us is not empty — it is full of every recipe she taught me and every critique she gave me and every morning she woke at 4 AM to make phyllo that nobody else can make.
Pastitsio is a production — the kind of dish that demands a Saturday and a willingness to stand at the stove for the better part of an afternoon — and not every week has that kind of room in it. On the weeks when the showings run long and the traffic on the way back from Tarpon Springs doesn’t behave, I reach for the Grecian Pasta & Chicken Skillet: the same herbs, the same spirit, the same feeling of Sunday at Mama’s table, but ready before the back porch light comes on. It is not pastitsio. It does not pretend to be. But it carries the same warmth, and on a weeknight, warmth is exactly enough.
Grecian Pasta & Chicken Skillet
Prep Time: 15 min | Cook Time: 25 min | Total Time: 40 min | Servings: 4
Ingredients
- 1 lb boneless, skinless chicken breasts, cut into 1-inch pieces
- 2 tablespoons olive oil
- 4 cloves garlic, minced
- 1 small yellow onion, diced
- 1 teaspoon dried oregano
- 1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon
- 1/2 teaspoon dried thyme
- 1/4 teaspoon crushed red pepper flakes
- Salt and black pepper to taste
- 1 can (14.5 oz) diced tomatoes, undrained
- 2 cups low-sodium chicken broth
- 8 oz penne or rotini pasta, uncooked
- 1/2 cup pitted kalamata olives, halved
- 1/2 cup crumbled feta cheese
- 2 tablespoons fresh parsley, chopped
- 1 lemon, zested and juiced
Instructions
- Season the chicken. Pat chicken pieces dry and season generously with salt, pepper, oregano, and cinnamon.
- Brown the chicken. Heat olive oil in a large skillet over medium-high heat. Add chicken and cook 4–5 minutes, turning once, until golden. Transfer to a plate — it does not need to be cooked through yet.
- Build the base. Reduce heat to medium. In the same skillet, add onion and cook 3 minutes until softened. Add garlic, thyme, and red pepper flakes and cook 1 minute more until fragrant.
- Add liquids and pasta. Pour in diced tomatoes and chicken broth, scraping up any browned bits from the bottom of the pan. Stir in uncooked pasta and bring to a boil.
- Simmer together. Return chicken to the skillet. Reduce heat to medium-low, cover, and cook 12–15 minutes, stirring once halfway through, until pasta is tender and chicken is cooked through.
- Finish and serve. Stir in kalamata olives, lemon zest, and lemon juice. Taste and adjust seasoning. Divide into bowls and top with crumbled feta and fresh parsley.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 480 | Protein: 38g | Fat: 14g | Carbs: 48g | Fiber: 4g | Sodium: 720mg