For Tomorrow we may Diet.
Last weekend, my class ventured up into the countryside to visit an Agriturismo- which is basically a bed and breakfast, except that the food is PHENOMENAL. The Italian government sponsors these “traditional-esque” countryside resorts by giving them up to 70% of renovation/ upkeep costs as long as they follow certain regulations- namely, that 70% of all food served at the B&B be grown/produced on the premises.
This is the definition of local.
All the vegetables are grown on site, all the torts and breads are homemade, even the wine, cheese and olive oil are processed just kilometers away from la casa.
Although the premise of this trip was to go truffle hunting and olive picking, learning about the historical and modern context of these processes, it was really just an excuse to eat. All day long.
Yes the views were stunning. Yes it was supacool to watch the dog sniff up truffles (even tho she was terrified of us and would have recieved an F in class participation) and OF COURSE i soaked up the sun while sitting uptop an olive tree (you know shawty can’t reach those branches from the ground) – but the most memorable part was the food…. so much food.
I was trying to tell my friend everything we ate.. and was semi-unsuccessful, but let me have another go at it. Even if the list is inconclusive, it is still astounding.
Upon arrival we ate a… small farmer’s breakfast? On the table…
- freshly toasted tuscan bread with the olio d’nuovo
- 3 torta: one chocolate, one “traditional Umbrain,” and one with “frutta mista” (aka fresh fruit jam)
- And drinks of all varitey: Juices, aqua (Naturale e frizzante), and vino bianco (yup they even drink the stuff in da morinin. It’s Five o’Clock somewhere? Nope, but it sure is 10 am.)
After trying a small bite of each (I wasn’t hungry given that I had eaten a peice of toast and a banana in the morning… worried that I wouldn’t get fed immediately and end up being hungryandgrumpy) I thought I was done. NOPE. The lesson was learned early on that if ever you think you are finsihed, you are obviously WRONG.
The cute host lady then brought out fresh pizza. 2 kinds mind you- one tomato, and one with artichokes and mushroom. Nomnom.
Then she brought out more warm bread with olive oil. You just can’t resist that stuff. I dare ya to try.
And then, to pass the time I suppose, she brought out tiny pieces of torte with chestnuts and jam.
And then you know you gotta get that caffe.
So, after our small snack. we trecked outside to frolic in the olive groves and such. Only to return for lunch a few hours dopo…
Lunchtime?. I don’t think you can call it that. More like feastime…
Antipasti (literally means before pasta)
- Pecorino cheese with onion jam (delicious) and fig preserves
- Grilled onions with olive oil
- Roasted tomatoes
- Torta filled with eggplant, peppers, and cheese
- Tora with prosciutto and cheese
- Torta with ricotta and onion
- Pecorino cheese con Tarfuto (with truffles)
Primi (Il Primo Primi?)
- Zuppa (soup) with beans and little square pasta noodles. Top it with fresh parmesean and a little peice of bread.
Primi (Il secondo primi… non lo so)
- FRESH PASTA. I still will never get used to the superb taste of homemade pasta. I just don’t think it can be called the same thing as that narsty stuff you dump out of a box. The little swirls of pasta were topped with a delicious ragu sauce of tomatoes.. and pigeon.
Secondo
- Secondo is always meattime. First, a huge dutch oven thing was brought out filled with roasted pigeon. Suprisingly delicious.. but watchout for them bones. I really don’t like those a whole lot. Then she brough out another eaqually huge dish of the biggest combobulation of meats immaginable- sausages, ribs, grilled cheek (?) and breastmeat- all from a pig I presume. I won’t pretend that I was able to conquer this. I literally had one bite of a rib. I was really quite worried about spontaneous combustion at this point… and my time in Italy has made me increasingly trepid when it comes to meat. There’s just so much…
- There were also platters of various roasted veggies- eggplant, red and yellow peppers- as well as a plate of spinach, and a lettuc-y salad. Note: Italian salads are the furthest thing from exciting. Literally just lettuce drizzled with olive oil. Only the really adventurous add that balsamic.
Of course, this all took place over a mere 3 hour time span, but we were constantly drinking that red wine for the sole purpose of getting to the point where we could drunkeat and not think about how uncomfortable our stomachs were. This is NOT italian at all… ma dispiace, sono Americana e mi piace mangiare.
And THEN just when you think that there’snowayinhellthatyoucaneatanotherbite, they bring out dessert.
I think the theme was ChestnutsGalore
- little pieces of chetnut cake (chestnut flour is somewhat chewy and dense… but in my opnion not unpleasant. Back in the day when Mussolini declared War on Wheat in Italy, many poor italians turned to using chestut flour instead.)
- Little chocolate chestnut truffles
- Panna cotta. Topped with chestnuts
- Sweet dessert wine. Tasted like syrup. Couldn’t do it.
- Zuppa Inglese.(English Soup) This is neither soup NOR English- go figure, but it is similar to tiramisu in it’s creamy/ cake-like consistency. This one was especially good in that it lacked the “radio-active” orange hue that most of them don.
- And of course- caffee. (and just in case you didn’t get enough chestuts- there were freshly roasted ones to go with)
I can’t remember the last time I’ve eaten this much, and for so long. Felt a little sick to the tummy the rest of the day Needles to say, I went without dinner that night….
But was ready to go the next day.
Lord knows my days in this country are limited. There is No Time for Whimps. Get your eat on.
HO MANGIATO BENE.