I say tomato...

Parma, roughly sharing a latitude with the state of Maine, has a much later growing season than what I'm accustomed to at home in Houston. While this time of year, the tomato plants in Houston are on their last leg, the tomatoes here are in the prime of their lives. Surprisingly, Parma is the Italian capital of industrial tomato production, with the headquarters of the leading company being only a 10 minute drive from my front door step. A few days ago we went on a tomato stage, a day of two extremes. In the morning we stopped at Stuard, an organization devoted to preserving both ancient and modern seed varieties. We were given free grazing privileges in their experimental tomato fields, or rather, during the field lecture, the more horticulturally inclined of us wandered off to explore, taste, and gather. I filled my bag, which I had brought in hope of this chance, to the brim with all sorts of interesting tomatoes mostly for the purpose of collecting the seeds. This was the exciting part of the day for me.
In the afternoon, we visited the aforementioned industrial processing company. The only comment I have about this is that I will now do everything in my power to never have to eat a canned or processed tomato ever again...

My field selections, hopefully none of which are hybrids!

The space-saving, less smelly method of preserving tomato seeds involves scooping them out and fermenting them in jars.

I had to improvise by cutting off the tops of water bottles to use as fermenting vessels. Now I wait for yeasts and bacteria to do their magic!

Summer Break

I'm back home after enjoying my summer vacation, hanging out in the stagnant heat of Colorno with only a fan to keep things tolerable. First was Greece, joined by my parents for 2 weeks then left to enjoy an extra week solo. As always, great food and honest wine, beautiful scenery, and the sea which is the deepest indigo blue imaginable. During the week I was by myself, I set up camp on the Cycladic island of Sifnos. Just me, my tent, lots of books, and the beach. It was a new experience and very enjoyable. It definitely honed my survival skills!
After a long flight back to Italy and one day of rest, I headed to Croatia to meet a friend whose family is originally from there. We traveled for about a week and a half all up and down the Croatian coast, spending ridiculous hours on long haul buses, and eating lots of interesting food. Croatian food is a very odd mix of Italian, Eastern European, and a little bit of Turkish (maybe). I think my favorite thing was the strudel that could be found everywhere, filled with a slightly sweet mild fresh cheese. Add a cup of coffee and you have a complete breakfast!
I've now returned to Colorno to roast..err...rest a little before class resumes on September 1. I'm also taking this down time to glean recipes off of my Israeli roommate.

My home away from home in Greece.

Okay, well, I have a bad habit of forgetting to take pictures, so hopefully once I steal some from friends, there will be a few more added.

July

This month has flown by! It got started with a 10 day trip down the Tiber River, from the very south of Emilia-Romagna to Rome. It was filled with lots of memorable occasions, mostly meals, and a great crazy bicycle tour through Rome that definitely gave me a different perspective of the city.(I would highly recommend it, led by "legambiente") Then a few weeks of class, lots of gelato to ward off the heat, and plenty of papers to write. One of the highlights has been a lecture with Massimo Bottura, owner and chef of the 13th best restaurant in the world, Osteria Francescana in nearby Modena. We got to ask questions and observe the construction of dishes (and tasted them too...incredible). Mom and Dad arrived a few days ago, we had a nice weekend in Le Marche, and now they are stay here in Colorno, trying to find stuff to do. We leave Thursday for Greece.The best fig I have ever tasted, right off a tree in southern Lazio.

Porchetta: whole deboned pig, stuffed with wild fennel and garlic, reconstructed and roasted on a spit. YUM...

The traditional bagpipe of Lazian shepherds.

Birthday

After returning from Friuli and a fast week of class, we had a weekend then departed on out next stage. This wasn't just any ol weekend though. I turned 24 on Saturday and celebrated with an American style cookout. We found an old grill rusting under the stoop of my apartment building and we were able to find just about everything else we needed to throw a pretty good party. All day long we ate hamburgers, drank sangria, and hung out. This day made me realize how thankful I am for the great friends that I have made here. They really made the day special for me!My Masterpeice

Friuli

After returning from Calabria, I had one day to rest and repack before heading to Friuli Venezia-Giulia, the most extreme northeastern region of Italy. At one point, we were about 10 km from the Austrian border, and the Alpinish village sure felt like it. We also crossed into Slovenia for a glance while we were out on our Vespas. The whole region had a very unique feel to it, peaceful and orderly. The wine was very good and the food was fantastic. A lot of polenta, smoked ricotta, prosciutto, and apple strudel.
One stop was at the Wolf prosciutto factory in Sauris. In fact, those Wolfs can make some pretty fine prosciutto!

One of my favorite places was the basilica at Aquileaia, an important Roman settlement famous for its 4th century mosaic floor, in remarkable shape.

Riding Vespas through the vinyards was also pretty fun!

Calabria

At the end of May, thanks to a Tuesday holiday and the Italian art of "bridging", I was given a five day weekend. I took advantage and ryanaired it down to Calabria, the region at the toe of the boot and the place I studied Italian several years ago. Luckily, I have kept contact with friends down there and was given a beautiful apartment to stay in with a sea view. And you ask "what does one do in Calabria?" -Absolutely NOTHING!!!!! The weather was perfect, the water was spectacular as always, the food was nice and spicy, and the people fun. I finished a book, got a nice tan, appertivoed for half of most everyday, and enjoyed being apart from my surrogate family of 15 for a while.

It's a little crooked, but you get the idea!

Spagna

Last week was Spain. Monday through Sunday we traveled around Andalusia, eating tapas, lots of good fish (which is always a nice departure from landlocked, pig centered Parma), and plenty of jamon iberico di bellota (the most expensive ham in the world.) The sun was out all week and provided a nice background to all of our activities. We visited pigs, a caviar farm, a fish auction at an oldschool port, a brandy/sherry producer, and enjoyed a few days in Sevilla. Though Italy is still at the top of my list, Spain made a good showing and perhaps ranks in the top 5 of my favorite countries. I just need to learn Spanish and it might move up a spot or two.The Andalusian countryside

A caviar lunch. I'm really not as excited about the caviar as I look. Just thinking how great it is to be eating about 100 euros worth of organic caviar, like getting away with some sort of heist. Apparently, this is the appropriate way to taste caviar- place on hand then suck off of hand. Try it at your next cocktail party!

Sneaking a taste of the syrupy leakings from a REALLY old barrel of sherry...mmm....

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