Cheesed Off?

With over 2,500 cheese varieties in Italy, 300 of which are classified as DOP (‘protected designation of origin’ – i.e. they must come from the area bearing the product name, like Gorgonzola) by the European Union food and farming agency, Italian supermarkets, and especially its specialist shops, truly spoil the buyer for choice. Add to this list cheeses from other European countries like French Brie or Dutch Edam then the selection is seemingly unending.

However, in this supremely cheesy country, British cheeses are notoriously absent. What would I give to taste some mature Cheddar or Wensleydale in my shopping sorties! I can’t understand this lack of UK cheeses on the Italian store shelves. Fourteen varieties of English cheeses have received their DOP certificate from the EU and there were others on course to be awarded this way. Agreed, most Cheddar does not come from the caves of the ononimous Somerset gorge but at least one variety has received the certification as ‘West Country Farmhouse Cheddar’. Are we then, exiled brits, expected to spend the rest of our lives bereft of the taste of Red Leicester or Blue Stilton?

Sadly the situation will get worse now with Brexit. The UK has cut itself off from the EU classification of specialist foodstuffs and its proposed alternative scheme has still not kicked off on DEFRA’s web site.

Fortunately, all is not lost. A neighbour in our village suggested that an Italian alternative to Cheddar could be found. It’s called Fontal and is a combination of two kinds of cheese, FONtina and emmenTAL. Fontal was first manufactured in 1955 as an answer to the competition wrought upon Italian cheese manufacture by imports. It is made from alpine cows’ milk and is seasoned for between 30 and 60 days. Versions of it are now also made in other EU countries like Germany and Denmark.

I tried some Fontal the other day, both as a separate item and toasted on a slice of brown bread. I have to agree my neighbours were quite correct. Fontal has the moderately tangy taste of medium-mature cheddar with its chubby chewy texture and its yellow-straw colour. In short, Fontal is an excellent substitute and if supplies of Cheddar were completely halted to the Italian peninsula I think, as an inveterate cheese lover, I could manage to survive.

Some people say that having a toasted cheese sandwich in the evening can give one an exciting dream. I have to admit I did have a dream after my little feast. It was about arriving at Pisa airport, having obtained a ticket with the greatest of difficulties, and finding that I had left my passport behind with boarding starting in ten minutes!  Fortunately, before arriving at the check-in point in my dream I woke up at the shock of it all! You remain warned..

Incidentally, why do the Italians call cheese ‘formaggio’? It’s because cheese for the Roman legions was made in special forms for easy distribution. Italians also use the word ‘cascio’ for cheese and ‘caseificio’ is a place where cheese is made. In Welsh cheese is known as ‘caws’. So there we have it: all derivations from the common Latin word for this delectable food item, ‘caseus.’ And don’t forget to say ‘cascio’ next time you have a photograph taken of you. I’m sure the results will be quite aaashton-ishing…

PS Friends have now informed us that Cheddar is available at Conad’s Gallicano store at 19.90 euros per kilo.

The Bread of Life

I stepped into the kitchen of my friend’s London Thames riverside flat and noticed an odd machine in its corner – something that the Italians call ‘elettrodomestico’ – i.e. an electrically powered household appliance. I asked my friend what it was used for. ‘Why’, she said in surprise. ‘It’s my bread-maker, of course.’ Until that moment I’d never suspected that such machines existed. It was not long, however, that I purchased my own bread-maker and I have never looked back. There is nothing like setting the machine in the evening with the appropriate ingredients and waking up in the morning to the smell of fresh bread: one’s very own bakery in fact.

In Italy, of course, one might say that the local bread is so good that one doesn’t need a bread-maker. As a child brought up in that city I thought how appetizing were those crusty Milanese ‘michette’. This bread roll is the symbol of Milan like the ‘baguette’ is that of Paris. It’s so soft and perfect especially when stuffed with a few slices of salami or, best of all, Nutella.  Getting up early and walking down a street in Milan one is seduced by the smell of freshly baked ‘michette’.

Meanwhile in the UK we had the ‘Wonderloaf’ about which my grandad would quip: ‘It’s called  “Wonderloaf” because it’s a wonder anybody buys it!’ Certainly the sliced, mushy, weak- crusted loaf was, in my opinion, only good for making toast and I hankered after that deliciously crunchy Italian bread. Now ironically the ‘wonderloaf’ type of bread has become quite popular in Italy where it is called ‘pane in cassetta’ which translates as ‘bread in a box’. It’s also known as ‘pancarré’ from the French for square bread.

(PS You can view an original ‘Wonderloaf’ TV advert here: https://youtu.be/yq5zgpsot7I)

When I first tasted Tuscan bread it seemed to compare a little poorly with the Milanese ‘michetta’. However, that’s because the Florentines (and the Lucchesi) often use no salt in their baking. The end product is, indeed, called ‘pane sciocco’ which translates as ‘stupid bread’. Salt used to be expensive in mediaeval times and some parsimonious lucchesi still think it is. Of course, it remains delicious and the focaccie, crostini and bruschette here are to die for.

What is the difference between a ‘panificio’ and a ‘panetteria’? In the UK the same word ‘bakery’ is used for both terms.  But the ‘panificio’ is that part of the business where bread is made. The ‘panetteria’ on the other hand, is the shop where bread and other baked goods are sold.

Longoio has its own ‘panificio’ run by Michela and Celine. Like all panifici they work at night so that the oven-fresh bread is ready for the morning deliveries to the ‘panetterie’. I have sometime stopped there on my way back from teaching English language evening classes and, especially in the often freezing winter, it’s truly a welcome stop to warm oneself in front of the wood-burning oven.

Needless to say the Longoio bread is fabulous – a true crusty farmhouse loaf either baked with white or wholemeal flour and sold in various outlets in Bagni di Lucca. For instance, one can find it at the ‘bottega Del Pane’ which is managed by Silvana opposite the bar Roma.

Penny Market, our local discount at Borgo a Mozzano, has been baking its own bread in-store for some time although obviously the dough is brought in ‘oven-ready’ from outside. More interesting for me, however, is the arrival at ‘Penny’ of three varieties of flour mix which are ready for baking one’s own ‘pane’ in a bread-making machine.

The three varieties are:

Sunflower bread flour.

Multi-cereal bread flour:

Ciabatta bread flour:

I was surprised to find that the ciabatta, which is one of my favourite Italian bread varieties, first introduced into the UK in 1985 by Marks and Sparks and also available in such supermarkets as Waitrose, is a very recent arrival on the bread scene.  ‘Ciabatta’ is Italian for ‘slipper’ and the bread’s flattish shape is supposed to remind one of a pair of bedroom foot-ware. This bread is characterised by the large holes in its soft part (a process known as alveolation – you can see this in the picture on the label of the flour above) and by its brown crunchy crust.  The ciabatta was developed in Adria in the Veneto province of Rovigo by master bakers Arnaldo Cavallari and Francesco Favaron and in 1982, Cavallari registered it as a commercial brand with the name of “Ciabatta Italia”.

I have now tried all three varieties of ‘penny’ flour and can say that the results are quite mouth-wateringly good. In each case the method to be used is quite simple:

Empty first 300 ml of water and then 500 gms of flour into the bread-maker’s container.

I like to add a teaspoonful of olive oil and a little yeast, either in dried or wet form  Strictly speaking the yeast is not needed but for me it gives an extra bounce to the loaf.

Sometimes I add some type 00 flour to give more body to the bread:

I always use the standard programme for making bread. Nothing fancy. I tend to go for the machine’s soft crust setting but medium or hard crust will work with all the flours. It all depends how you like your bread’s outside. Incidentally the Italian for crust is ‘crosta’ and the white (or brown) soft bit of the bread is called ‘mollica’.

Other flour varieties can also be purchased at Fornoli’s Coop and Bagni di Lucca’s Conad. For instance there’s ‘farina integrale’ (wholemeal flour) and also a dark flour variety which is very nice. However, I still have to find flour to make ‘pane segale’ (rye bread) and there’s nothing to beat home-made Irish soda bread as prepared by a visitor from the Emerald Isle who I hope to see again later this year.

I haven’t mentioned the classic potato bread of the upper Garfagnana which lasts for ages after it comes out of the oven or the classic ‘cecina’, a chick-pea flatbread. It’ll just have to wait for another time.

(Today’s fresh bread: multicereale!)

Amaretti: Bitter-Sweets

During my days in Italy as a child I used to love it when my grandfather placed a tin box of ‘Amaretti di Saronno’ biscuits on the dinner table for dessert. He would unroll the rice paper wrapping two hemispheric amaretti and we’d be handed the delicious biscuits. My grandfather then spooled the very thin tissue paper into a tube and placed it on a plate. He lit the paper which, consumed by the flames, rose up towards the room’s ceiling. We expressed a wish and if the paper touched the ceiling our wish was supposed to be fulfilled. I was utterly transfixed by these pyrotechnics and the paper’s defiance of gravity … even if my wishes were rarely granted.

In these bitter-sweet times the Italian pastry biscuit made with almond paste, sugar, egg white and sweet and bitter almonds known as ‘amaretto’ (sometimes translated as ‘macaroon’ in English) continues to make the perfect dessert. The word ‘amaretto’ translates as ‘little bitter’. I am not entirely sure whether this means that the biscuit is small in size or whether the biscuit has a slightly bitter taste.  Perhaps both.

The Amaretti di Saronno with their famous paddle steamer logo are the classic and best-tasting amaretti. A box of these amaretti even appears in a scene from the film ‘Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows’!

There are, however, several amaretti regional variants. Apart from the crunchy and crumbly Saronno amaretto there is the Sassello-type amaretto, soft and more comparable to marzipan. In our local Penny discount store I found these Sassello-type amaretti made in Mombaruzzo, a town near Asti in Piedmont, in which, in addition to the usual ingredients – sweet and bitter almonds, egg white and sugar – are armellines, the seeds contained in the apricot’s kernel, which give the amaretti a hint of bitter taste mixing with the usual sweet one.

As a sufferer of ‘biscuititis’ – a disease which can be defined as an addiction to the eating of biscuits (and not knowing when to stop!) – I love both of these types of amaretti.

Actually the amaretto does not originate from Italy but was introduced by the Arabs during their conquest of Sicily in the ninth century. From thence it spread throughout the peninsula. Well done Arabs- If your physical conquest lasted less than a hundred years your culinary one continues to the present times.

Amaretti go very well dipped in dessert wines like Pantelleria. They are also delicious with peaches and tiramisu where they can replace the Savoyard biscuits.

However, amaretti are sometimes also mixed with salty dishes.  In Lombardy they are often used for particular fillings, such as pumpkin tortelli, or crumbled as a substitute for grated cheese in some vegetable dishes and in Piedmont they are one of the ingredients of the Piedmontese mixed fry, together with apples and sweet semolina pancakes.

Incidentally, the Italian word ‘biscotto’, from which we get the English ‘biscuit’, means ‘twice cooked’ and derives from the method in which biscuits are produced.  I’d certainly prefer these twice-cooked than those half-baked dishes served during these weird times!

Don’t forget that there is also a great liqueur called Amaretto di Saronno. Like many recipes based on almonds, it is of ancient tradition and has its origins in 1500. In the city of Saronno a fresco depicting the Madonna and the Adoration of the Magi was commissioned to the painter Bernardino Luini. The fresco is still visible today in the Sanctuary of the Blessed Virgin of the Miracles. Legend has it that during the time the painter was in Saronno he was staying at an inn whose landlady was so beautiful, that he fell in love to the point of using her as a model for his Madonna.

(Luini’s fresco in Saronno)

To thank him, she offered him an elixir of herbs, toasted sugar, bitter almonds and brandy which was immediately appreciated. This liqueur, therefore, has always kept a meaning of affection and friendship.

Who launched the modern version of this liqueur in the United Kingdom? Clement Freud. My wife was the interpreter, the perfect model for a Luini Madonna, even as a teenager!

 

A Snowy Fish Friday

On Fridays we eat fish – at least we do in our household and, as it seems so many others do the same. For example, over a quarter of all fish and chips eaten in the UK are sold on a Friday.

What is the association of fish with Friday? As someone brought up as a Roman Catholic the answer is easy. Jesus died on Good Friday and the church decided to commemorate this by cutting out any meat dishes on that weekday. Moreover, there is a symbolic association between Christ and fish. The Greek word for fish, “ichthys”, was turned by Christians into an acrostic: Iesous Christos Theou Yios Soter, i.e. Jesus Christ, Son of God, Saviour and the fish was used as an indication that there was a Christian congregation nearby as is especially seen if one visits a Roman catacomb.

The king of England, Henry VIII, with his great schism from Rome removed the importance of eating fish on Friday as he disliked the Romish connection of this custom. However, in more recent years, thanks also to advertising campaigns from the UK’s leading supermarkets, fish Friday has come back into fashion in the UK.

For me it did not matter too much being cut off from visiting the fish fry boats of Viareggio because of the harsh winter weather. After two days of snow and sleet, blue skies and crisp air announced a very special fish Friday for me. I decided to use the ample layer of snow on our outside table to prepare a slightly frugal but still delicious fish lunch. At least the fish was frozen fresh!

The first course consisted of prawn in mayonnaise sauce.

The second course introduced salmon, with lettuce condiment and lemon juice.

The third course was a tuna, tomato puree and caper (our own capers) mix.

All this was served with our home-baked bread and a bottle of Vernaccia di San Gimignano.

Desert consisted of a Ferrero Rocher chocolate which I like to call an Auroville mini-mandir because of its similarity to the religious building in the centre of south India’s Auroville where we stayed just four years ago. (Of course, there was no snow on the tables there!).

My meal is no longer to be called a rustic variant of ‘nouvelle cuisine’ but is a completely different type of eating experience coming under the title of ‘cuisine neigeuse’. La cuisine neigeuse should always be served on a table well-coated with snow to preserve the freshness of the food and excite the eating experience

Just a word of warning. Ensure that no felines are lurking about as they too enjoy a fish meal!

Finally, every good square meal should be rounded with a sunlit siesta in order to avoid that flat feeling…

A Tankard-full of Chanterelles

Mushrooms, for so many people in our area, mean ‘porcini’, or ceps mushrooms. However, there are several other species which in our view are just as good to eat and, in some respects even superior. Among these is the chanterelle. There are plenty of these delicious fungi around at this time of the year when rain alternates with sunny days and leaves are falling fast.

 

We find chanterelles have several advantages over other edible mushrooms. They are more easily identified than many others and, thus, less likely to have one poison oneself and be placed under dialysis for life or, even worse, buy it. They also have a very subtle taste with a hint of apricots and even a touch of pepper. I enjoy them sauted with a dollop of cream: that’s a great way to combine fresh woodland produce with excellent nutritional value! They can also form part of a delicious flan:

Why are these mushrooms called chanterelles? It’s because the name derives from from the Greek kantharos meaning “tankard” or “cup”, referring to their shape.

Here is an example of a kantharos from ancient Greece:

Every season has something great on offer but autumn with its mushrooms is truly special!

La Salsa Nazionale Inglese

Il tavolo preparato per un pranzo lavorativo in Inghilterra ha questa maggiore differenza (oltre al tipo di cibo e la sua preparazione) quando contrastato con quello italiano. In Italia i condimenti in tavola sono il consueto olio d’oliva, aceto, sale, pepe e pane (senza burro però..).

In Inghilterra, invece, si trova una miscela di bottiglie di salse: il ketchup di pomodoro, il salad cream (da non confondere con la maionese) e il brown sauce che, in quasi tutti i casi, è di marca HP (sigla per ‘Houses of Parliament’.)

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Ricordiamo che le salse inglesi hanno una lunga storia. Nei suoi “Racconti di Canterbury”, per esempio, Chaucer parla del franklin (nominativo per un proprietario libero) scrivendo che

Woe to his cook, unless his sauces were poignant and sharp.

(Guai se le salse del suo cuoco non erano saporite e pungenti).

Certo, che nell’era pre-frigorifera, le salse servivano per mascherare il gusto di carni vicine al marciume.

Questa famosa salsa (che, purtroppo, trovo ai supermercati italiani solo in versione barbeque), ingrediente indispensabile per il breakfast tradizionale inglese di uova, pancetta, fagioli e pane fritto, oltre ai piatti di carne e contorno, è stata inventata da Frederick Gibson, un fruttivendolo da Nottingham, nel 1870. Gibson fu ispirato dalle spezie dell’impero coloniale Indiano.

Nel 1895,  sapendo che la sua salsa era diventata un gran successo nella mensa del parlamento britannico, il Gibson la brevetto’ col nome ‘HP’.

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La salsa fu distribuita da carrocci trainati da asinelli, (Gibson voleva usare le zebre ma questi quadrupedi furono difficili ad ammaestrare).

Nella Grande Guerra le truppe inglesi furono forniti con la salsa HP, che ebbe successo anche con i soldati francesi tanto che fino agli anni 1980 la sua etichetta fu stampata anche in francese.

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L’iconica salsa ispirò il poeta John Betjeman a scrivere queste strofe: “le faccio un brindisi e scuoto la bottiglia di salsa HP” nel suo poema “Lake District”.

Il più grande onore, però, è che questa salsa è ufficialmente distribuita a Sua Maestà, come indica lo stemma reale sulla bottiglia.

Di recente, la torre campanara, comunemente nota come ‘Big Ben’ ma ufficialmente chiamata, in onore della Regina, ‘Elizabeth Tower’ dal 2012, l’anno del giubileo diamantino della sovrana, è nascosta sotto le impalcature ed è in fase di restauro.

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Per questa ragione l’etichetta della salsa ‘ufficiale’ inglese ha subito qualche modifica.

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(Prima e dopo)

Tra quattro anni – o così si spera – la consueta etichetta ritornerà in tutta la sua gloria.

Le case del Parlamento britannico, la genesi dell’epidemia della brexitite, oltre a vedere la sua torre campanara avvolta in impalcature per evitare un crollo sicuro, dato la mancanza di cure precedenti per questo capolavoro di Barry e Pugin, ora si trova in mezzo di un altra vegogna: la sua salsa famosa non viene più prodotta in Inghilterra ma nei Paesi Bassi! Chissà cosa succederà se il brexit avrà esito e che, così, l’Inghilterra dovrà forse pagare dei dazi elevati sulla propria salsa nazionale. Forse dei moti accompagnati con le grida  “ridateci la nostra salsa” ?

Proprio non oso pensarci …

 

A Mountain of Cakes

Maureen Halson is well-known and well-regarded for her sculpture which combines a long experience in the ceramics industry in the UK with delicate and perceptive creativity. Those of you who have collected china figurines from such firms as Royal WorcesterWedgwood and Royal Doulton will recognize her work. And those who have participated in the Colombina Festa of Bagni di Lucca (alas, no more) will identify Maureen as the originator of that white dove you can paint in whatever colours you like.

There is an important association between the little dove and the feast of Pentecost which this year falls on June 5th. The feast celebrates when the Holy Spirit descended on the apostles gathered together in a small room after the death and resurrection of Christ. They then began to speak in all the languages known around the Mediterranean so that everyone who heard them could understand what they were saying – I wish a similar technique could be used today when learning languages! The other two symbols for Pentecost are fire and wind.

The Colombina is also a typical cake of Bagni di Lucca.

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Here is one recipe for it I gleaned from a local:

Ingredients

  • 1 kg Bread dough
  • 150 grams of sugar
  • 25 grams of yeast
  • 50 grams of butter
  • 300 gr ‘0′ Flour

Method

1 Mix the bread dough with yeast, sugar and flour to make it smooth and velvety. Add the soft butter at room temperature

  1. Place in a covered container and leave to rest until doubled in volume.
  2. Cut into roughly 70 g portions
  3. Divide into two and form two loaves, one short and stubby and one more stretched
  4. Let it stand for 10 minutes
  5. Put the longer loaf around the shorter one and connect it together (see photo). When pairing the two pieces do not put flour between them otherwise they do not stick well and create a crack
  6. Let the mixture rest for 10 minutes. After sprinkling it with flour, crush and stretch slightly.
  7. Place into a baking-pan to rise.
  8. Once the volume is doubled bake at 185 g for 20/25 minutes.

Note: Vegans or vegetarians can substitute butter with sunflower-seed oil It is important to use high quality raw materials, avoiding margarine or lard.  A feature of the Colombina is that it is neither sweet nor salty… It, therefore, can be filled either with mortadella or Nutella or jam

Tips: The Colombina can be flavoured with orange peel and grated lemon or vanilla. If you like you can make it sweeter, saltier, and more buttery or add other ingredients, such as chocolate or raisin drops. The Colombina can be brushed with egg before putting it in the oven to make it more colourful. It can also be dusted with icing sugar before placing it in the oven to make it crunchier.

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The main feature of mountain districts like ours in the Mediavalle-Garfagnana region of Tuscany is that it produces wholesome and nutritious meals with very plain ingredients. One of the glories in our part of the world and a feature of many festivals, especially in the autumn, is the neccio, or chestnut flour, pancake.

Chestnuts, before being turned into flour, are placed on wooden shelves to be dried in a hut called a metato.  This is a characteristic stone houses, where a fire is lit on the floor and fed with chestnut wood. Flour grinding then takes place with stone millstones. In addition to polenta and bread, chestnut flour is the essential ingredient of the neccio, which is a sort of soft crepe that is usually rolled and filled with fresh ricotta, or with Nutella. (Another typical Garfagnana dessert is the so-called Castanaccio, or Torta di Neccio, in which dried fruit and rosemary are added to chestnut flour).

The neccio is cooked on a piastra which translates as a griddle in English.

Interestingly, another mountainous district, this time in the United Kingdom, uses a griddle to bake its own, particularly delicious cakes. The principality of Wales is noted for its ‘picau ar y maen’, ‘pice bach’,’ acennau cri’ or ‘teisennau gradell. They are usually called bakestones or ‘pics’ and have been popular since the 19th century.

Pics are also known as griddle cakes, or bakestones, since they are traditionally cooked on a bakestone ‘(maen’ = stone’) planc, lit. ‘Board’) this is a Cymric form of the Italian ‘piastra’; it’s a cast-iron griddle placed on the fire or cooker.

Pics are made from flour, butter, currants, eggs, milk, and spices such as cinnamon and nutmeg. Roughly circular and usually just over an inch in diameter they can have attractive scalloped edges and are around half an inch thick. Served hot or cold the pics are dusted with caster sugar and are complete in them without needing, unlike scones, to be sliced and eaten with jam or cream.

Pics were introduced to us by neighbours from South Wales and they were the highlight of our tea. Indeed, they could easily have provided our supper too: so filling and nutritious were they!

If you have a griddle and are keen to make these delicious mountain region cakes from a Celtic country then here is one recipe to try out.

Ingredients:

Method

  1. Tip the flour, sugar, mixed spice, baking powder and a pinch of salt into a bowl. Then, with your fingers, rub in the butter and lard until crumbly. Mix in the currants. Work the egg into the mixture until you have soft dough, adding a splash of milk if it seems a little dry – it should be the same consistency as shortcrust pastry.
  2. Roll out the dough on a lightly floured work surface to the thickness of your little finger. Cut out rounds using a 6 cm cutter, re-rolling any trimmings. Grease a flat griddle pan or heavy frying pan with lard, and place over a medium heat. Cook the Welsh cakes in batches, for about 3 mins each side, until golden brown, crisp and cooked through. Delicious served warm with butter and jam, or simply sprinkled with caster sugar. Cakes will stay fresh in a tin for 1 week.

It’s true, these cakes or pics will stay fresh for a long time! Thus they can be a very useful adjunct to a mountain hike or a long car journey.

Thanks D and C for introducing us to these delicious cakes. Diolch yn fawr neu’r cacennau Cymreig blasus !

Civil Union at Vicopisano

Cast your eyes back to an Italy of the nineteen sixties, the swinging age and the time of sexual liberation in so many countries especially in the UK and the US of A, and you’ll find a nation still entrenched in religious dogma and old-fashioned prejudice. At that time there was no Italian State law to allow divorce; abortion was a crime and same sex relationships were, if not quite anti-Wildean in their anathematic intolerance, pretty close to it…

Yet one must not consider Italy in the last century as an intolerant society. While (often innocent) victims were being regularly hanged in the UK, Tuscany had long since abolished the death penalty. The Grand Duchy of Tuscany, on November 30th 1786, under the reign of Peter Leopold Habsburg Lorraine, for the first time in the world, stopped torture and capital punishment with a formal act.

Under a united Italy the death penalty was abolished in 1889. That is, indeed, some aspect of civilization and freedom: just compare the UK where the last woman hanged was Ruth Ellis in 1955 and the last man, Peter Anthony Allen, in 1964.

However, Italy lagged behind in laws regulating sexual  matters and equality of women. The ‘crime of honour’ (if murdering a female partner could ever be described as an honourable thing…) was only eradicated from the statue book in 1981. Since that year there has been no leniency shown for murdering a female partner. Yet the law cannot automatically change men’s attitudes. In 2018, for example no less than 94 women were bludgeoned to death by their jealous male partners who felt that that their own ‘honour’ in society and that of their family would have gone for ever. (One recent and particularly horrific case involved setting alight to the car where ‘his’ woman and her two children were confined.)

On 1 December 1970, divorce was introduced into the Italian legal system. Before that time annulment of marriage was a lengthy and costly procedure involving the tribunal of the Vatican City in the ‘sacra rota’.

In 1978 law no, 194 established rules for the social protection of maternity and the “voluntary interruption of pregnancy”, and, for the first time, decriminalized and regulated the modalities of access to the abortion.

Just over two years ago, in 2016, a new law called ‘legge Cirinnà’ after the female politician who encouraged its establishment, came into effect.  The law regulates the civil union between persons of the same sex: gay couples, qualified as “specific social formations”, were able for the first time in Italian history to take advantage of a new legal institution of public law called civil union. In this regard, reference is made to article two of the constitution which deals with the equality of citizens without distinction of sex, and article three, on equal social dignity of citizens without distinction of sex.

It was with great happiness, therefore, that we attended the civil union of two of our oldest friends in Italy, Giovanni and Andrea. The ceremony took place in the Pretorian palace of Vicopisano, part of the magnificent fortress designed by Brunelleschi – he of the dome of Florence cathedral – and was presided over by the mayor of the district.

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(For more on the fortress see my post at https://longoio.wordpress.com/2013/05/17/vicopisano-and-brunelleschis-military-architect).

The ceremony was very well attended. As a professor, local historian and guardian of the fortress and of the temple of Minerva (for this arcane temple see my post at https://longoio.wordpress.com/2014/02/08/a-mysterious-temple/), Giovanni is loved and respected by a wide section of Pisan society. What was also wonderful was the fact that everyone who attended accepted the new law as if it had always been in place. There was real jubilation that the love (‘that once dared not speak its name’) between them (they’d known each for over 25 years) had finally been legally recognised by the Italian state.

After the ceremony there was a reception in the palace which houses an interesting museum.

From thence we went to a fine local restaurant (Chez Mes Amis at San Giovanni della Vena) for a truly gargantuan spread….

(PS. It’s good to know that Italy is moving forwards fast. Meanwhile in those islands north of Calais a nation is turning its back on the future in search of a long lost dream of ‘taking back’ its sovereignty. I do not doubt for a minute that if another lie-ridden referendum were held in that part of the world on capital punishment the results would be to bring back hanging. )

A Lovely Visit to Lucca’s Green Walls Garden Festival

Last Saturday was a perfect day to enjoy Lucca’s Verdemura garden festival. It’s now in its twelfth year and is bigger and better than ever before. I was glad I went on that day as Sunday had rather somewhat dull and drizzly weather.

The hippie axiom ‘make love not war’ is singularly appropriate when dealing with Verdemura as the show is laid on the top of Lucca’s classic defensive walls, now over five hundred years old. Where there were cannons there is, instead, an encampment full of flowers and colour.

Lucca’s walls are the second major example in Europe of walls built according to the principles of modern fortification, taking firepower into consideration,  that have been preserved completely intact in a city. They are two and a half miles long and took from 1504  to  1648 to build. There are eleven bastions or bulwarks. (The walls of Nicosia, Cyprus, hold the record with a length of  three miles, also with eleven bulwarks).

 

The walls were designed as a deterrent and were never taken in anger. They did prove useful, however, when the Serchio flooded and their new ruler, Elisa Bonaparte had to be hoisted over them from a boat. Even today, after heavy rainfall the area encircling the walls tends to be flooded and a temporary moat is created.

The garden festival is centered around the Porta Santa Maria and extends to two bulwarks, Santa Croce and San Donato.

Here is a selection of photos I took of this year’s brilliant show. Were you there?

 

 

The Sensual Pleasure of Savouring an Extra Virgin

The Lucchesia has long been famous for the high quality of its olive oil. More recently it has developed a great reputation for wine, especially in the area round Montecarlo and Fubbiano. Although I’ve had my fair share of wine tasting I’ve never been to an olive oil tasting. I was, therefore, intrigued to find there was a session on olive oil at the Terme Hotel – the one next to Bagni di Lucca’s famous hot springs.

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I’ve spent a night at the hotel in 2012, when I won a poetry competition held there, and on several occasions have swam in its small but delightful thermal pool complete with hydro massage. However, I don’t remember having visited this hall with its magnificent timber truss ceiling, beautiful floor complete with marble mosaic and elegant dining furniture. In fact, the hall has only recently been completed and is to be inaugurated as a restaurant and venue centre very soon.

 

Our oil tasting session, conducted by a true professional, started with the technique of how to taste the quality of the oil. Clench your teeth. Then take a drop of the previous oil. Breathe in through your teeth (making a slight spluttering noise) and the oil enters your palate. Three separate sensations follow in this order. First, there’s the actual taste of the oil which should have a catching bitterness about it. Second, there’s a spicy taste which can even make you cough. If you cough twice then the oil has to be of really good quality! Finally, there’s a seductive sweetness that envelops your taste buds. The quality of this sweetness will finally decide on the excellence of the oil.

 

We were given five different olive oils to taste in order. The first one didn’t seem that bad to me but when we got to the fifth I realised that the first one I’d tasted was little better than motor oil. The finest had a pungent spiciness and the sweet aftertaste was quite sexy. In fact, we savoured some of Italy’s best olive oil which is found in selected parts of Sicily.

Our professional oil taster stressed to us to the importance of reading the olive oil bottle label very carefully before buying. There are at least three main types of oil: virgin, extra virgin and DOP (i.e. very special). The quality depends on which pressing from the mill the oil is taken from. Obviously ,the extra virgin is the first pressing which oozes the most exquisite oil.

Clearly you get what you pay for. It’s no good going to a supermarket and obtaining the cheapest olive oil and thinking you’ve got a bargain. What does the label say? ‘Product of the European union’. Ugh! Some of the oil might be OK drizzled on pasta but the real test of whether an olive oil can make or break your cuisine is simple: spread some of it on a boiled potato or cannellini beans. Do they really taste better? That is the real test.

Unlike wine, which may improve with age and become a classic vintage, olive oil has a relatively brief period when it is of the highest quality. After about a year it’s only good enough to be used for frying and after a few years more it may help lubricate your bicycle chain at best.

Since the Lucchesia is so famous for its olive oil it’s a pity there aren’t more olive oil tasting sessions. Only then can visitors to the area discern what a really fine olive oil savours like. And if it does cost a little more to buy who will complain when a drop of the precious liquid will not only radically improve the taste of your salad but will also improve your health, especially your skin complexion, and your bone joints? Indeed, a massage with fine olive oil must clearly be one of the most luxuriously sensual experiences one can have on this planet!

Which reminds me: look out for the Festa dell’olio at nearby Valdottavo. It takes place during the first week-end in April.  You can read my account of it in 2017 at

Valdottavo’s Unctuous Festa