Thursday, October 19, 2006

The Secrets of Italian Cuisine – Sept. 27 & Oct. 4, 2006

Everyone who has traveled to Italy marvels about the cuisine: the time-worn recipes, the obsession with freshness, and the culture and emotion that surround an Italian meal. Last Wednesday a group of us experienced “cucina italiana” from an insider’s perspective. We picked, prepared, and proudly ate our own creations at a celebrated osteria, or eatery, in the center of Florence. Our group met after classes and walked to the Oltrarno, the eclectic district on the other side of the Arno River that houses countless traditional artisan workshops, and family-run trattorie. It was only 5:30, and we were in for a first-class, multiple-hour cooking workshop with Chef Daniela of Osteria Bene Vobis. Daniela is a Florentine woman who owns and operates this tiny restaurant on Via de’Serragli. The restaurant has only 15 tables, and holds no more than 50 people at capacity. The main room is long and narrow, similar to a wine cellar, and it is adorned with pyramids of wine and photos of historic Florence on the walls. Daniela welcomed us into her kitchen, which held no more than five of us at a time. Her old-world kitchen was reminiscent of an Italian grandmother’s kitchen when she’s cooking a celebratory meal for an extended family. But Chef Daniela didn’t waste a moment to chitchat; she immediately put us to work. Some of the group started chopping carrots, celery and zucchini for a vegetable sauce that would be used for homemade pasta. While working, Daniela stressed the importance of the order in which a good chef plans her meal. Those dishes that are time-consuming should be done first, so that each course is served in a relaxed traditional Italian sequence; the pasta or soup, then second course, and finally, dessert. Following her advice, two of us then began to assemble the eggplant parmagiana that would become our second course, while a couple others started mixing the ingredients to make a typical cake; torta all’ananas (pineapple cake). While stirring, chopping and chatting continued, Daniela shared some of her expertise on Italian cuisine; how to choose the right ingredients, using the fruits and vegetables that are “in season” and which sauces compliment each pasta form. We moved into the dining room to start to work on our masterpiece, homemade pasta. On the evening’s menu was tagliatelle from “scratch’. This pasta is long and flat, similar to fettuccine, but thicker. A group mixed the ingredients, while the rest of us waited impatiently to roll the pasta dough and cut it into long slices. We prepared it with the rolling pin, using the traditional rolling method, and also passed it through a strange contraption attached to the table, the modern pasta maker. The pasta maker made the process faster, but you still had to be quite skilled to crank the handle while passing the dough through, and catching it on the way out of the maker. Everyone had their opportunity to try and master the pasta machine, and by the end we were all rather proficient. I looked at the clock and it was already seven, however, the labor-intensive pasta-making was finished. We were finally ready to cook it and start our feast. The table was re-set and all ten of us were ready to taste our hard labor. As we waited impatiently for the pasta to boil, we had a few minutes to gossip about of the cuisine of the region and trade other secrets of good eating we’d learned in Italy; the differences in olive oil, where to find the best cheeses, and now the best technique to roll homemade pasta. In the end, the plates were served by Daniela in traditional order, the tagliatelle first, next parmagiana, and don’t forget, the torta. We laughed at each other’s cooking stories and contributions, while savoring our success. As we were eating I realized that this is the true gift from experiencing “cucina italiana’; an evening with good friends, fascinating conversation and a healthy homemade meal.

Monday, October 09, 2006

Calcetto - Sept 20, 2006

Last Wednesday a group of adventurous students met at Piazzale Michaelangelo to catch soccer fever, “Italian style,” by playing a mini-tournament of Calcetto. Calcetto is Italy’s version of indoor soccer, except for a few fantastic distinctions; first, there are no walls surrounding the pint-sized playing field, only a net covering the space to keep the ball from becoming lost, and secondly, you can compete any time of day or night, because the field is outdoor, fueled by powerful stadium lights. For our competition we planned to meet early in the evening and take advantage of the cool twilight temperatures. The dark Florentine night would be a perfect backdrop for the final game under the lights. The location was amazing; a group of soccer fields directly behind the legendary Piazzale where David stands overlooking the city. Our miniature pitch mirrored a full-size soccer field with goalposts, sidelines, and even a penalty area, but this field only hosted 10 players, not the usual 22; 5 for each team. We were able to produce three strong teams from Palazzo Rucellai. To make it a genuine tournament experience, the school also invited some local Italian friends to join in the fun. With the addition of the Italians, our mini-tournament was complete. Since most of the world watched the World Cup this summer, the Italy-US rivalry would be an opportunity for us Americans to show the Italian players that we know how to play soccer too! The predominance of American representation could give us a chance to win over the world-renowned and world-champion Italians.
When the tournament began, we started with two playing fields, and four full teams. We decided that after two consecutive goals by any single squad, the winning squad would rotate to the other field, and play the winner of the other match. This allowed everyone to play and get into the spirit and scoring potential of this game. I quickly realized that calcetto was much faster than full-field soccer in the USA. Easy scoring opportunities motivated us to run like crazy all over the pitch. There was no dominant team and our rules gave an extra impetus to score. We soon realized that every player had more than their share of exercise because no substitution was available on the sidelines. It was actually a treat when you were called upon to play goalie, because it was your chance to get a little bit of rest. At one point during the game, I thought that my legs were running on their own. To be a strong player in this game, one has to have quick feet and a lot of energy. The games produced two lost balls, more goals than we could count, and the dominant squads emerged. The teams who advanced to the final were of course, one Palazzo Rucellai team, and the other was inevitably the Italian team. By this time it was dark outside and the stage was set; the final match under the lights. The Italians even wore the World-Cup Italy jerseys; this was probably an attempt to shake the confidence of us Americans. The final game was a battle until the finish. Both sides played well, but the win went to the Italians. I don’t know if it was the home-field advantage, or if their shirts fueled a bit of nostalgia, but it was a fun, well-played match. In fact, after the game we all exchanged numbers so we could get together and meet again for a friendly re-match. It was a truly Italian experience, an evening to remember, and one that my aching legs will be sure to remind me of the rest of the week.