The real estate market is strong this week. I showed 8 properties and closed on 1. The pipeline is strong. The phone rings with the steady rhythm of a business that has taken six years to build and refuses to slow down.
Sophia is studying with an intensity that would concern me if it were directed at anything other than science. She talked about it at dinner for twenty minutes and I understood approximately half of it but all of the joy behind it.
I thought about Baba this week. Not the grief — the grief is always there, a familiar companion now — but the man. The way he stood at the bakery counter with his arms crossed. The way he hummed Greek songs he never knew the words to. The way he loved us in silence, which was the loudest love I have ever known.
I made gemista — stuffed tomatoes and peppers, filled with herbed rice, baked until soft and fragrant. Summer in a baking dish. I served it with bread and olive oil — always too much olive oil, because in this family there is no such thing as too much. We ate and the conversation was easy and the evening was warm.
Sophia told me this week that she is proud of me. I was not expecting it. We were in the car, driving to Tarpon Springs for Sunday dinner, and she said Mom, I am proud of you. I said for what. She said for everything. For the bakery. For the houses. For making dinner every night even when you are tired. I gripped the steering wheel and blinked and said thank you, koritsi mou. She said do not cry. I did not cry. Much.
Gemista lives or dies by its rice — the way the herbs bloom in the oven heat, the way each grain absorbs the tomato and olive oil until it becomes something entirely its own. I have been making this filling for years, adjusting it the way Baba adjusted his bread recipes: quietly, without announcing it, until one day it was simply right. This herbed wild rice is the version I come back to when I want the table to feel the way it felt that evening — warm, unhurried, and full of something that is hard to name but easy to taste.
Herbed Wild Rice
Prep Time: 10 min | Cook Time: 50 min | Total Time: 1 hr | Servings: 6
Ingredients
- 1 cup wild rice, rinsed
- 2 1/2 cups vegetable broth (or chicken broth)
- 2 tablespoons olive oil
- 1 small yellow onion, finely diced
- 3 cloves garlic, minced
- 1/2 teaspoon dried thyme
- 1/2 teaspoon dried oregano
- 1/4 teaspoon dried rosemary, crumbled
- 1/4 teaspoon dried parsley
- Salt and black pepper to taste
- 2 tablespoons fresh flat-leaf parsley, chopped (for finishing)
- 1 tablespoon lemon juice
Instructions
- Toast the aromatics. Heat olive oil in a medium saucepan over medium heat. Add the diced onion and cook, stirring occasionally, until softened and translucent, about 5 minutes. Add the garlic and cook 1 minute more until fragrant.
- Add the rice and herbs. Stir in the wild rice, thyme, oregano, rosemary, and dried parsley. Toast for 1–2 minutes, stirring frequently, until the rice smells nutty and the herbs are fragrant.
- Simmer low and slow. Pour in the broth and bring to a boil. Reduce heat to low, cover tightly, and simmer for 45–50 minutes, until the rice is tender and most kernels have split open. Check after 40 minutes — wild rice can vary.
- Rest and fluff. Remove from heat and let stand, covered, for 5 minutes. Fluff gently with a fork.
- Finish and serve. Stir in the lemon juice and fresh parsley. Season with salt and black pepper to taste. Serve warm alongside roasted vegetables, stuffed tomatoes, or simply with good bread and olive oil.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 165 | Protein: 5g | Fat: 5g | Carbs: 26g | Fiber: 2g | Sodium: 310mg