Parco Naturale Orsiera Rocciavrè

Whoops, I found this post with photos that I took almost a year ago but never posted. Meglio tardi che mai! (Better late than never…)

Last weekend I went hiking with a small group of friends at the Parco Naturale Orsiera Rocciavrè, a huge mountainous park with hiking trails. These mountains are only fifty minutes west of Torino by car. We did about five hours of walking that day with a nice stop for lunch at one of the mountaintop refuges.

It was partly sunny in the beginning but then turned overcast. I only took a few photos. The first was taken on the way up the mountain when we saw nearby peaks peeking over the clouds.

I took the other three in the area behind the refuge where we came across a herd of cows grazing in the huge open grassy fields.

It felt great to leave the city, breath clean air, and get some natural exercise.

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Baby Carlotta

I recently had the pleasure of taking newborn photos of Carlotta, a new baby who joined her big sisters Valentina and Elisabetta on February 25th. I met her mom, Sonia, another American who lives in Torino, through her blog: My Sweet Monkey, where she blogs about her life in Torino with her husband Carlo and their three girls.

The first thing I noticed when I met Carlotta was how tiny she was- only 5.6 pounds (2.69 kg) at birth, and she was born late! She slept for a good part of her shoot, giving us some cute sleeping baby shots. The sisters were affectionate with each other; Valentina cuddled up with Carlotta for some sibling shots, and Elisabetta helped feed her.

Check out Sonia’s blog if you have a chance. She has also written interesting posts about the experience of being pregnant and giving birth in the Italian health system.

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On Mustaches

I love chocolate. Yesterday, my boyfriend gave me a dark chocolate bar. Let’s say he knows the ways to my heart. Later he pretended to have stolen it and to have given it to the poor. He said, “Un bambino si sta leccando i baffi”.

“You say that?” I immediately giggled. It literally means ‘a child is licking his or her mustache’, with the sense of ‘a child is licking his or her lips’. Hee hee.

Then he said that it’s an everyday expression and that you can also say that something is così buono da leccarsi i baffi (so good it will make your mouth water) and literally means ‘so good it will make you lick your mustache’. Be it man, woman, girl, or boy… this expression goes for everyone without sounding strange.

Baffi means ‘mustache’ and is used in the plural in this sense. In fact, you can also say un paio di baffi, which means ‘mustache’ as well, and literally means ‘a pair of mustaches’. Portare i baffi means ‘to have/wear a mustache’. The singular, baffo, means ‘whisker’, and that’s also the word for a cat’s whisker.

Let’s make this an equal opportunity post. Baffetti, when referring to a woman, means ‘hair on one’s lips’. Referring to men it means ‘clipped mustache’ and from that springs baffetti alla Hitler – ‘Hitler mustache’.

Back to mustache-licking as a symbol of mouth-watering: you can say un manicaretto da leccarsi i baffi – ‘a very tasty dish’ (lit. a delicacy to make you lick your mustache).

From baffi come a few curious expressions:

-Ridere sotto i baffi – (lit. to laugh under your mustache) – to snigger
-Farla sotto i baffi a qualcuno – (lit. to do something under somebody’s mustache) – to do something under somebody’s nose
-Me ne faccio un baffo – I don’t give a damn/I don’t give two hoots (this is idiomatic and doesn’t really translate. Literally, it’s something like ‘I don’t make myself even one mustache with what you’re saying’.)

I don’t even like mustaches and here I am writing a whole post about them. Let that be your edification of the day. I’m off to search the house for my chocolate. Mi sto già leccando i baffi (I’m already licking my mustache).

I’ll leave you with a popular Italian proverb:
Una donna baffuta è sempre piaciuta – Everyone likes a mustachioed woman.

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The Alps Around Torino

Well, all the snow is gone and it’s starting to warm up again. Yesterday was one of those absolutely clear days that I like so much about this city. When it’s clear and cloudless, the Alps stretching around Torino are sharp and visible in the distance, rising up at the ends of the city’s long wide streets. I shot this picture yesterday morning from a bridge over the Po.

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At the door

It was starting to warm up quite nicely in Torino when it started snowing yesterday and it’s still going strong! Here’s some proof…

…and an Italian phrase I just learned:

La primavera è alle porte: Spring is just around the corner (literally, ‘spring is at the door’).

The expression has another meaning that is totally different, as in:

Mettere qualcuno alla porta: To throw someone out of the house, or to fire someone (in the case of a company). Literally it means ‘to put someone at the door’).

I know March is a trickster, but I hope spring comes back to the door soon.

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Making Farinata

O Farinata, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways… I love your crispy, flaky crust, your soft, golden interior, your simple flavors mingling to create heaven on a plate.

I almost made it through the whole photo shoot without eating some.

I’ve been meaning to post about farinata earlier, but every time I made it I ate it right away.

Farinata is a specialty from Liguria and Piemonte that I discovered late, after already having been in Piemonte for some time. But meglio tardi che mai (better late than never) as the Italians say.

What is it exactly? Farinata is a simple flat baked dish made from chickpea flour, water, extra virgin olive oil, and salt. It belongs to the category of cibo povero (peasant food), simple dishes made from inexpensive and common ingredients that are nutritious and filling.

Farinata has ancient origins; Greek and Roman soldiers used to prepare a sloppy mixture of chickpea flour and water, which they cooked in the hot sun on their metal shields, eating it in order to fill up quickly and cheaply.

In the Middle Ages farinata made its way to Genoa, and a legend tells a story of how it arrived there. According to the story, farinata was born accidentally in 1284 when Genoa defeated Pisa in the Battle of Meloria. When the Genoan ships, full of rowers and prisoners, were returning from battle, a big storm rose up and caused several barrels of oil and sacks of chickpeas to fall over, where they mixed together and got soaked with salt water.

Since those were the provisions for the trip and could not be wasted, they gathered up the mixture and the sailors ate bowls of the salty chickpea and water paste. Some bowls were left out in the sun, and the sun dried their contents into a type of pancake which wasn’t bad. Back on land, the Genoans perfected the casual discovery and cooked the batter in the oven, and it also became known as L’oro di Pisa (Pisan gold) in mockery of those defeated in the battle.

Here in Torino farinata is served as an appetizer in pizzerias, so it is cooked at very high heat in a pizza oven, usually in a big round pan, and then cut into large triangular slices.

It’s so simple to make at home, though, that it seems silly to spend money to buy it.

There are a still a few things that are necessary to make good farinata: high temperature is one. If the oven is not hot enough the results will be rubbery and uniform and completely lacking the crisp melt-in-your mouth consistency. Trust me on this.

It’s also important to let the batter rest for an hour before baking. It’s tempting to skip this part, but it makes a huge difference in the taste. Some say to let it rest for four or five hours or even overnight and that’s even better, but the standard one hour rest makes really good farinata.

And don’t forget the oil and salt! Once I forgot to add both to the batter after it had rested and before baking it. Of course, after making perfect farinata time and time again, this happened on the night there were guests over. As soon as my fork entered my mouth, my face dropped a mile. The result is tasteless and uninspiring, and adding oil and salt after it is already cooked just doesn’t do it.

So, on to the recipe.

Chickpea flour
The batter ready to go into the oven

Ingredients:
250 g (2.72 cups) chickpea flour
700 ml (3 cups) water
2 tablespoons olive oil
2 teaspoons salt

1. Put the chickpea flour in a bowl and add the water very slowly, stirring continuously with a fork in order to avoid clumps. (Be patient. I used to dump all the water in at once and spend ten minutes smashing all the clumps with a fork.)
2. Let the batter rest for one hour.
3. Add oil and salt and mix well.
4. Pour into one or two pans (depending on the size of the pans) which have been greased with oil. The batter should be around two-thirds of a centimeter high.
5. Bake between 220-300°C (428-572°F), depending on how hot your oven gets, for around twenty minutes but the time varies. Check it frequently. When the top is golden and the edges start to brown and come away from the sides of the pan, but the inside is still soft (not too soft and raw but not too solid and cooked either- check with a fork), then it is done.
6. Eat it right away with ground black pepper on top.

Farinata goes well with rosemary, so feel free to add a sprig of fresh rosemary to the batter while it’s resting and then take it out, or add fresh or dried rosemary to the batter and leave it there while baking. There are also many versions of farinata, with “toppings” added to the batter a bit like pizza. You can experiment (zucchini goes very well), but I’ve never felt much need since the traditional recipe is so good.

It’s not as good leftover, but if made right I doubt you’ll have much trouble finishing it.

Buon appetito!

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Baby Photography: Anna

Welcome to the world little Anna! A few days ago I had the pleasure of photographing two-week old Anna at home with her mother. She is a spirited little baby and in the excitement of the photo shoot she didn’t want to sleep! She was photogenic while awake and even held her head up herself for a few photos. I enjoyed photographing the two of them together with just the light from the balcony window- that’s one thing I love about these old Italian houses- and I hope that these photos will help the family remember this time that flies by so fast.

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Ten Things Around the House that Make Me Happy

I wrote this post last year but never published it because it seemed a little off-topic. But thinking about it again, it’s really about minimalism and expat life, two topics I write about on my blog.

While I am aiming to be a minimalist, minimalism isn’t about owning nothing. (It’s about not letting your stuff own you.) I live here in Italy far away from a lot of people who are important to me. Some of the things I have remind me of them or simply brighten up my day a little when I see them.

Here’s why ten things around the house make me happy:

1. Emily Dickinson picture. My older sister sent me this for Christmas a couple of years ago. It reminds me of the Emily Dickinson marathon we had once, in which she posted an Emily Dickinson poem online, to which I replied by posting another, and so on, until at the end we had a whole funny and poignant “conversation.”

2. Rain boots. I got these only recently, after spending most of my time in Torino rain boots-less. Except for maybe when I was a child, I’ve never used rain boots, but Torino has two long rainy seasons: late spring/early summer and fall, so finally I was spurred to action. Whereas before I’d return home with cold, wet feet after the rain saturated my canvas sneakers, now I go happily charging through puddles without a care in the world.

3. Orange washcloth. This is part of a gift my mom gave me. She always remembers that orange is my favorite color. I brought one with me to Italy. It’s so soft, fuzzy, and useful.

4. Pencil box. This was left behind by the previous renters of my apartment and I quickly adopted it. It keeps my pens, pencils, highlighters, eraser, pencil sharpener, and hole punch in one place. I love the act of physically writing on paper. Before e-mail I was a big letter writer, and I still am on a smaller scale. Exchanging nice handwritten letters is one of my favorite things.

5. Basil plants. I love basil and cook with a lot of it, especially since I like to make Italian food. It’s great having fresh basil available on the balcony. The aroma brings me back to New Jersey, eating Jersey tomato salad with fresh basil on a summer day.

6. Italian dictionary. This dictionary is the bees knees. At five pounds and 2,409 pages, it has all the words I look for. There’s room for so many expressions and idioms and it helps me learn Italian like-a crazy. I still have my old dictionary because it’s more portable and I often leave the house with it. I bought that one my freshman year in college before my very first Italian class. It’s been used so much that its 469 pages are in about 468 pieces.

7. Basket of nuts. When I was growing up my Dad used to keep a bowl of walnuts, hazelnuts, almonds, and Brazil nuts in the kitchen. The nuts give off a childhood Christmas-y feel. There’s also an antique nutcracker in there which came from the antique market held in downtown Torino on the second Sunday of every month. It’s really heavy and opens nuts like a charm.

8. Easter bunny basket. Last Easter my younger sister sent me a little Easter basket in the shape of a bunny. She even put Easter grass at the bottom under the candy! No matter the time of year, this bunny sits on my desk and makes me happy.

9. Box of letters. As I mentioned above, I love receiving handwritten letters. It feels good to know that someone thought of me and took the time to write to me by hand, and seeing the handwriting of loved ones makes them feel closer. The upbeat and colorful letters my youngest sister sends from college are a trusty pick-me-up.

10. Pictures of my nieces. While technically stored in the aforementioned box of letters, these warrant a separate entry. I have three wonderful little nieces far away in the States. Being away from them is the hardest part about living in Italy. No photograph, drawing, or Skype conversation can replace giving one of them a hug.

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