Turin Epicurean Capital Event

EN: Turin Epicurean Capital, an event celebrating Piemonte and its culinary traditions and way of life, will open on Tuesday, July 21 at Collegio San Giuseppe. There will be round tables each morning and other events in the afternoons. I will participate with a photo exhibit that opens on Tuesday and which will last for three days. Please see this link for the complete calendar.

IT: Martedì il 21 luglio inizia Turin Epicurean Capital, un evento letterario a tema culinario organizzato per condividere con il mondo la cultura culinaria e lo stile di vita in Piemonte. Io parteciperò con una mostra fotografica che inizierà martedì pomeriggio al Collegio San Giuseppe e che durerà tre giorni. Vedete questo link per il calendario completo.

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On Shopping Small

I bought an iron the other day. I like to sew and make clothes, and the old iron I was using finally kicked the bucket.

The first place I thought to go for a new one was a gigantic store like Carrefour or MediaWorld, which sell everything. But I really didn’t want to patronize them if it wasn’t necessary. One thing that’s great about Torino is that it’s chock-full of small independent stores, and my neighborhood is full of them.

When I was riding my bike back from an errand that morning, I saw a small store selling small appliances (piccoli elettrodomestici) right on my street.

I went there and asked about the irons, telling the woman working in the store that I was looking for an iron that produced a lot of steam for pressing dry cotton fabric. She helped me understand the differences between the steam output in grams of the various models.

After I made a decision, she took the iron to the counter and opened the box and took the iron out. She explained all of the features to me, made sure the paperwork was in the box, and even plugged the iron into the wall outlet to make sure it worked!

I probably would not have gotten that kind of attention at a big box store, where you are lucky when you can chase down an employee. It was a nice experience and I was glad to give my money to her rather than to one of the big boxes.

Earlier that morning, I went into the shoe store on my street since my sandals are falling apart and I don’t know if they will make it through another summer.

I saw a pair I really liked in the window so I went in and tried them on, but the largest size they sold was too small. Many Italian shoe stores carry shoes up to size 40 (about a 9 or a 9 1/2 US size) but that doesn’t help me.

I had to wait for the person at the register to finish a transaction with a customer, and then he came over to help me. I asked to try on the sandal and he took it out of the box and unbuckled it. When I said it was too small, he said, “piccolino?“, and I thought it was funny how he added the diminutive -ino to the word “small” in reference to the shoe. (I had the same reaction in my sewing class when my teacher showed me how to hold the skirt I was making in order to sew the zipper on, and she said to place my manino on the back of the skirt [manino = mano (hand) + ino (small, cute, etc.]). It’s just something Italians say.

When I left the store, I decided I liked the personal attention salespeople give you in small stores like this. They usually know their products and can help you find something if you’re unsure of what to choose. For example, the woman told me about the steam output of the irons, and I know it’s not rocket science but I had no idea about that before. Another time I bought boots (go in January when everything is 50% off), which I wouldn’t have tried on because I didn’t see my size, but the saleslady knew they ran large and so I found a great pair and could stop shopping.

Since the customers are not handling the merchandise themselves and putting it back however they feel like it, the store is neater. The experience is also quicker and more precise. For example, there are a lot of small hardware stores in the city; I just walk up to the counter and ask for what I want and they produce it. I don’t have to wander around huge aisles looking for something specific.

I was a little afraid to shop in small stores in Italy when I first came here, mostly because I had to talk to people. It wasn’t only the language barrier. My shopping experience in the US was much more impersonal, and I had gotten used to browsing around for as long as I wanted without asking for what I wanted or having someone wait for me to make a decision.

It’s not just about personal comfort though. I like to patronize small business owners who are making a living with their local businesses. I can also develop relationships with the people in my neighborhood and contribute to the community. And small stores are often unique with their own personalities, whereas large chains are meant to be the same no matter where they are located.

I remember how sad I felt as a child when the corner pharmacy in my grandparents’ neighborhood, where my dad used to drink ice cream sodas when he was a kid, and where my cousins and I used to gather our change and buy candy, was torn down and a 7-11, a chain convenience store, was built.

I liked the sewing machine sales and repair shop I visited that morning when I first looked for an iron (they only had professional ones with boilers). There were old and new sewing machines throughout the room, some in various stages of repair. My great-grandmother always said to spend more on something of quality and it will last a lifetime. I’d like to add, and if it breaks, which will probably happen less often, have it repaired instead of throwing it away (causing more resources to be wasted and where it might end up in the ocean).

These experiences are certainly still possible in the US, though less so than in the past since many independent stores have gone out of business. And I see that in Italy, there are now many large shopping malls and big box stores which are full of customers.

I may have fallen into a little nostalgia with this post, but my practical point is that I have the opportunity to choose with my wallet, so to speak, and make choices to keep a little diversity alive.

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New Blog for Photo Shoots

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I’ve decided to start a new blog for my photo posts for my baby, children, family and wedding photography shoots, rather than continue to post those photos on Simply Italiana. I’ll only be posting those posts on my new blog, and I moved a copy of all the old photo shoot posts that I already published here to the new blog, but the original old posts are still here in the Simply Italiana archives. Readers of Simply Italiana who are interested in Italian life, food, and travel might not want to see photos of babies, for example, and vice versa, so I wanted to keep the two separate. You can visit my new photo shoot blog here:

www.michellebottalico.com/blog

 

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Finding Authenticity as a Foreigner in Italy

I’ve joined the Blogging Piemonte group after being invited by Diana of The Entire Pizza and I’ve already met a small group of friendly bloggers who live in the Torino area and write about their experiences with the region and its food and drink. We’ll write on a common topic every month and the first topic is “authenticity”. I’m looking forward to seeing how we approached this topic in different ways. Links to the group’s posts are at the bottom of the page. Follow along with the hashtag #BlogPiemonte.

Authenticity. The truth is, I struggled when I heard this topic. Authenticity seems like a popular word people are throwing around these days, but what is authenticity anyway? And what am I supposed to say, something profound about “real” Italian life? What seems obvious to me is the question, isn’t everything authentic just because it exists?

When I started thinking about the topic of authenticty, the first thing that came to mind was, how can I live an authentic life in Italy? When I first came to Italy, I thought that in order to have an authentic expeirence here, I had to try to be as Italian as possible.

I worked hard on that. I studied Italian and insisted on speaking Italian with everyone I could, even if they knew English. I only read Italian books and tried to make the best of my immersion experience to learn about Italian culture. I came to Italy for fun, not for a reason like work or a relationship, and so I did this because it really interested me and I enjoyed it. At the same time, I hoped I wouldn’t stick out in Italy like a sore foreign thumb.

During my first year in Italy when I was traveling in the south, I had a short conversation with a man at a water fountain and he asked me if I was from up north. Yes! I thought. The ultimate compliment… passing for a native.

I’m now living a regular life here. I speak the language, I have Italian friends, I work and go about my daily business, and I’ve adjusted my schedule to the Italian way of doing things.

I like learning what makes Italian people tick, and I’ve naturally adopted many Italian habits and customs myself, which I think is crucial in order to have a good experience living in a foreign country. My ways of thinking and seeing the world have changed, and I have a more open mind.

I’m even Italian-American; my blood is 7/8th red, green and white and I have an Italian passport to prove it.

Despite that, I’ll never be a “real” Italian. My accent, for example, has definitely improved since I first started learning the language, but it’s also definitely still there. And I still do strange things that raise Italian people’s eyebrows. More importantly, nothing replaces being born and raised here.

Even though I have changed a lot since coming here, I still do many things differently from the general Italian way of doing things, and that’s because I grew up and lived somewhere else.

People will never forget that I’m a foreigner, but it doesn’t have to be a big deal.

I eventually came to a new place where I relaxed and embraced my origins more. Instead of only speaking and reading in Italian, I now like to speak and read in English too and have a chance to not think so much about it. I used to try to only spend time with Italian people to soak up as much as I can, but now I like to meet people from America and different countries, and I like the familiar feeling of talking to another American with whom I have experiences in common.

I don’t have to try to be Italian, which I think would be un-authentic anway. My individuality is what’s authentic about me.

I’ve found a personal meeting place between adopting new habits and keeping old ones, between embracing new things and remembering where I came from. That’s an authentic life in Italy to me. Just being me.

It would be boring if we were all the same. That leads me to another question: what is authentic in Italy anyway? There are so many different kinds of people in the country.

For one, Italy has attracted foreigners for a long time. My story is nothing new. And there are currently a whole lot of us here. I’m sure many Italians would not agree with me, and others would, that authentic Italy is a reality that contains may kinds of people, including foreigners.

Italians themselves are diverse and famous for not being unified as a country but being loyal to their region, city, or soccer team.

Authenticity is difficult to define. I gave up chasing an authentic Italian life, but I found an authentic life in Italy.

 

Read up on what the others have to say about authenticity (check later in the day if they’re not up yet):

Eptrad: “That’s an Authentic Start!”

Turin Epicurean Capital: “Living Turin style”

Turin Mamma: “Why I Draw the Line at Using the Word “Authentic””

The Entire Pizza: “Forced to Live Authentically in Piemonte”

Wine & Truffles: “Authentic Living in the Alta Langa”

Living in the Langhe: “How to Become Authentically Piemontese in 5 Easy Steps”

Texas Mom in Torino: “Authenticity: The evolution of this Texas mom to an Italian mamma”

Simply Italiana: “Finding Authenticity as a Foreigner in Italy”

ItaliAnna: “Piemonte = Authenticity”

Bailey Alexander: “Save Yourself by Saving the Planet: the real benefits of growing a garden”

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A Memorable Account of Eating Pizza for the First Time

IMG_6289-2I read a good novel called Treno 8017 by Alessandro Perissinotto, a writer from Torino. The main character, Adelmo Baudino, has taken it upon himself to solve the murders of several Italian railroad workers. The story takes place between 1944 and 1946, mostly in Torino.

One passage in particular really impressed me and I wanted to share it with you. It is a memorable description of the character’s first encounter with pizza.

In the excerpt, Baudino has recently arrived in Naples to track down clues for his personal investigation. In order to pass the time before an appointment, he spends the day walking around the city, almost like a tourist, even though he feels uncomfortable with the idea of being a tourist while being surrounded by the people of Naples on the streets who were just trying to make a living and survive.

Baudino is from Torino, which has completely different gastronomical traditions than Naples, and Naples is famous for its pizza. In the ’40s, the diffusion of different cultural traditions was less widespread throughout Italy than it is today. In fact, Baudino didn’t know what a pizza was.

Perissinotto does a great job describing how Baudino felt when he saw and ate a pizza for the first time. I translated this myself, so pardon any rough spots.

…from Treno 8017 by Alessandro Perissinotto:

“… Lost in his new role as a tourist, Adelmo didn’t notice his stomach’s rumbling until the smell that was coming out of one of the shops in Via dei Tribunali whet his appetite. It was the smell of something baked, not bread but something similar, and the oven was very visible since the shop, underneath the sign “Fried Food”, was completely open to the street.

[In Naples dialect]: “Hey Mister, come eat a nice pizza, noon’s already long gone.”

Without knowing if he understood correctly, Adelmo took it as an invitation to enter and took a seat in the room that the waiter showed him.

There was marble on the walls, making it seem like a butcher shop, and even the tables were marble with a color somewhere between white and gray. Without laying down a tablecloth, the waiter set down silverware and a thick glass that was still dripping with rinse water.

[In Naples dialect]: “What do you want?”

Without speaking, Adelmo Baudino pointed to a nearby customer’s plate, where something steaming hot stood out, something that he, a person of few travels from Torino, wasn’t sure was the same thing that his old colleagues and the Southern kids who came to do their military service in his neck of the woods had told him about.

[In Naples dialect]: “Ah, you want a pizza! And to drink what do you want? A Mt. Vesuvius white wine?”

“Yes, thank you.”

Italy had been created, even for him. He toasted the gastronomical unification [of Italy] with cool white wine poured from the pitcher.

At the pizza’s arrival, he first heard the clatter of the plate set down hurriedly on the marble and then he smelled the fragrant steam that rose up to him from the dish. He looked around, unsure of how to handle the pizza, and he decided on a traditional approach: knife and fork. When the blade cut into the first slice, he understood that the pizza had two souls: a soft and juicy one in the middle, and a dry and crispy one around the edges. It had been described to him as a focaccia, but that was a very far approximation, and the taste confirmed it: it wasn’t like anything he had eaten before. It was hot and steaming, but the baking hadn’t subdued the flavors or dried out the freshness of the tomato or the softness of the mozzarella; the flavors were merged together, but distinct: the sweetness of the tomato, the light saltiness of the cheese and dough and the unmistakable scent of the basil.

He decided that it was nice to be a tourist.”

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Spaghetti with Zucchini Flowers

fiori-01When I came to Italy and started shopping at the outdoor markets, I saw many vegetables that I’d never eaten before. One of them was zucchini with the flowers attached. I didn’t even know that flowers were edible.

The first time I ate zucchini flowers (fiori di zucca), I was in the countryside near Perugia and my host prepared the flowers in a traditional way, stuffing them with cheese and anchovies and then breading and frying them. The second time I ate them they were made into frittelle (fritters) and again breaded and fried. They were very good each time, but very heavy.

Last week I went produce shopping and I saw mini light colored zucchini with beautiful fresh flowers attached. I love an opportunity to try something new, so I bought ten.

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When I got home I went online and looked for zucchini flower recipes. I wanted something lighter so I opted not to stuff or bread them with anything. I found a few recipes for pasta with zucchini flowers and merged the parts I liked the best about them and came up with this dish.

I used whole grain spaghetti, zucchini flowers (I saved the zucchini for later), shallots (instead of onion), peperoncino (hot red pepper flakes), fresh cherry tomatoes, white wine, basil, olive oil, and salt.

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It’s a quick recipe and I lightly sauteed the fresh ingredients and made sure to keep the pasta al dente to keep the dish feeling spring-y. There was just a hint of hot pepper which complemented it nicely. I don’t think this is a good dish to make very spicy.

The zucchini flowers have a very mild taste. They definitely don’t dominate the dish. I’m curious if making this without the tomatoes would bring out their flavor more. The tomatoes were nice to have, though, because they kept everything moist.

By the way, since I bought ten zucchini and used seven in the recipe (I was just cooking for myself), the next day I sliced some of the zucchini to make this dish again, only with the actual zucchini this time, and with the three remaining flowers. I cut one flower off of the zucchini and a huge, fat, black slimy slug oozed out onto the cutting board.

I’m so glad I didn’t reach for that particular one yesterday or I might have lost my desire to eat the other flowers.

I just realized that the slug is hiding inside one of those pretty flowers that you can see in the pictures in this post.

Now try to get that image our of your head so we can move onto the recipe!

Ingredients (for two people, multiply as needed):
14 zucchini flowers, sliced in half lengthwise
14 cherry tomatoes, sliced in halves or quarters
6 shallots, chopped (you can use less if you’re not as big of a fan as I am)
A small pinch of peperoncino
Fresh basil leaves
2 servings of whole grain spaghetti

1. Saute the shallots in olive oil with a small pinch of peperoncino (how much depends on how spicy you like it).
2. After a few minutes, add the fresh tomatoes and salt and a little white wine and raise the heat to high.
3. Lower the heat and let everything simmer for a few minutes until the tomatoes start to give off juice.
4. Add the flowers and saute until they reach the desired tenderness. Add a small amount of white wine (or water) if it looks like its getting too dry.
5. While you’re doing all that, cook the spaghetti in salted boiling water until al dente. Drain and toss the pasta in the pan with the sauce until evenly coated.
6. Put fresh basil leaves on top and serve immediately.

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Enjoy!

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Tutto italiano Audio Magazine

377A0849-2Tutto italiano is an audio and print magazine created in Italy for intermediate and advanced learners of the Italian language, and I find it to be a good tool for students to advance their language skills and increase their understanding of the country.

The bi-monthly magazine comes with a CD containing transcriptions of the major articles. It’s a good idea to listen to an article, then read along with the print version, and then listen to it again for better comprehension. The speakers speak more slowly than actual Italian newscasters on TV, but the pace will be rather fast for foreign students and will help them understand correct pronunciation and the rhythm of the language, especially when used along with the print magazine.

The articles cover a range of topics including news, politics, current events, food, travel, and the Italian language, and there are also interesting features like the article in the January-February 2015 issue about Italian last names and how they are evolving.

For people who don’t live in Italy, I find such content to be useful for learning about the actual country and what’s going on here, as opposed to studying traditional texts that approach the language from a tourist or student perspective.

I must note that this magazine is not for beginning learners of Italian. The articles are of intermediate and advanced levels, difficult enough for students but easier to follow than a regular Italian newspaper, which can be confusing.

The articles are in Italian only, providing an immersion experience, but important words and phrases are highlighted and the English equivalents are provided. The magazine doesn’t teach grammar, so I recommend it be used along with a grammar text. The cost of the magazine may not seem very low (£99 / €120 / $150 for one year, with a discount for a two-year subscription), but I think the cost is balanced out by the amount of content contained in each print and audio issue.

I could have used something like Tutto italiano when I was learning Italian in the United States before coming to Italy, when I found it difficult to find advanced-level materials. If I wanted to read texts at that level I read Italian novels or short stories, which are wonderful of course, but for those who are interested in aspects of current Italian life, the magazine has the advantage of providing pertinent information on those topics.

Here’s a little peek inside:

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Full disclosure: I wrote this article myself and the views are my own. The links in the article are affiliate links and I will receive a small commission if you order a subscription from them. Thank you for your support if you choose to do so.

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La Fetta di Polenta (The Slice of Polenta)

polenta-01I apologize if the title of this post made you hungry. La Fetta di Polenta (The Slice of Polenta), as it is known, is a very unusual building in Torino. Its official name is the Casa Scaccabarozzi, after Francesca Scaccabarozzi, who bought it in 1859. (She was the wife of Alessandro Antonelli, who designed the most famous landmark in Torino, the Mole Antonelliana.) The Scaccabarozzi House originally had three floors, then Francesca’s architect hubby added two more floors and an attic.

La Fetta di Polenta, as we will probably agree is a much better name, stands on the corner of Corso San Maurizio and Via Giulia di Barolo and catches the eye with its yellowish color and very thin shape (hence the likening to the famous food).

As seen from the front, the side that faces Corso San Maurizio, it’s evident that this is a very curious building. The front facade is, in fact, five meters wide.

But take a stroll up Via Giulia di Barolo around the side of the building and you will see the other end, which has a width of just seventy centimeters.

This post has gotten me thinking about making polenta, which I’ve been meaning to do. I have a lot of corn flour left over from the first and only time I made it. What’s taking me so long? Why am I not more excited to stand over the stove-top and stir continuously for at least forty-five minutes? When made right, though, it is worth it.

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polenta-07From behind the building further down the street it’s easier to see the wedge shape of the building.

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Conquering the Alps on Snowshoes

snowshoeing-01 Well the Alps were walked upon in snowshoes, if not exactly conquered, during a two-day Easter holiday in the Parco Naturale Orsiera Rocciavré, a beautiful natural park in the mountains which you may remember from my hike there last November, sans snow, which I posted about here.

The weather on Easter Sunday was white. That’s the best way to describe it, as you can see from the first photos I posted below. It took over three hours to hike up to the Selleries mountain refuge on snowshoes, and it was a surreal experience walking through the snow, while it snowed lightly, and being surrounded by white fog on all sides. It was like being in a Daffy Duck cartoon when Bugs Bunny, the mischievous animator, erases the background from the frame.

We stayed the night in the refuge after eating a delicious traditional dinner there in a cozy room warmed by a wood burning stove. They even prepared an entire vegan menu for me and another woman who was also a vegan. Everything was so tasty, the only problem was that there was so much of it and I couldn’t even finish my second course even though I really wanted to. Really, just the antipasto, or the primo, or the secondo would have been a meal for me.

Easter Monday is also a holiday in Italy and the weather had decidedly changed. There wasn’t a cloud in the dark blue sky in the morning, and we headed up to reach a mountain lake for another day of snowshoeing. Unfortunately we didn’t reach the lake (not one of the other few people who set out for the lake that morning reached it either, because the route got too difficult to cross farther back). Still, it was intense physical exercise to climb the mountain on snowshoes, and it was calming to be surrounded by nothing but fresh air and fantastic views.

The little vacation was relaxing and peaceful, and I enjoyed being one of the very few people up there on the first day, with the only things on the agenda being to climb and then rest.

Here are some photos of the landscape. The clouds that blew in later on the second day were a very dramatic touch. I saved a couple of my favorite shots to post later.

 
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For the non vegans

snowshoeing-11 My primo… I do eat a lot of pasta al pomodoro if people don’t know what kind of pasta dish to make a vegan. But it was very tasty.

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