Peter and his Italian friends
Hi there.
I knew it would happen. I wrote a little intriguing introduction, almost hoping not to get noticed.
Now, that wasn’t much to ask. As far as I know this is a young site. I actually haven’t seen any comment posted before. But the moment I post my entry, someone (Peter) visits the site and DOES post a comment.
You have to know that any comment posted generates an email that invites me to check it. I almost fainted when I saw it (maybe that was also a side effect of the soaring temperature in my house: the fainting, I mean, not the email).
You can’t imagine my relief when I actually read it. Peter, mate, thank you! I was ready for some harsh sarcastic comment, destroying a not even budded blog carrier. But you actually liked what I wrote. Wow!
So overwhelmed was I with joy, that I replied to your email address and took me almost a week to get back to you on this blog. So, you are probably not checking this site anymore. I have to get better at these things.
Anyway, Peter did not write only to show appreciation for my not-exactly-impeccable writing skills. He actually had a question: he’s visiting some Italian friends and would like to buy something from San Lorenzo as a gift. Any suggestions, he asks.
Easy question, right? Wrong.
This reminds me a bit of an American friend, who wanted to write on his web-site some "authentic" Italian Christmas recipes and wanted my advice. Could I tell him what Italians eat at Christmas?
I still shiver at the thought. Not only from North to South the number of traditional Italian Christmas dishes would probably cover an encyclopaedia, but even from house to house on the same street in the same town people’s opinion on the must-have dishes and their right recipes differs massively. My ex-boyfriend’s mother (from Naples) wouldn’t dream to celebrate the Nativity without some fish dishes. My mum (raised in Verona) wouldn’t dream of cooking any fish. Not exactly like a wee difference on the right stuffing for the turkey…
Ask good Jamie Oliver (I love Jamie, by all means). His book, Jamie’s Italy, shows both deep love and inconsolable despair in his rocky relationship with Italians; he could never find the perfect recipe to please everybody in his long culinary journey along the Boot.
So, Peter, you ask me how to please your friends with the right food? Tough!
Without further information I will just touch the fundamentals. So, three suggestions for you and for all, whom it might concern.
1. Olive oil.
Olive oil is actually the wrong title. It is like writing "wine". Olive oil differs widely depending on the region of origin, it’s climate, the olive variety, the production technique (cold pressing only for me, thanks). So I should say that a good, regional DOP (Denomination of Origin Protected) is always a joy to receive. Try with the extra-virgin olive Oil DOP from the Ligurian Riviera, made with Taggiasco olives.
2. Parmesan cheese.
Good aged DOP parmesan cheese (parmigiano reggiano) has one million uses in the Italian kitchen. And is never enough. Do not buy it grated… please (not that you will find it from us)!
3. A fast-food dinner Italian style.
Get some good regional pasta (trofie) with the appropriate regional sauce (pesto alla genovese) and say you will be taking care of the food. You still have to cook the trofie in salted boiling water, but even microwave heating ready-made pre-packed horrible stuff takes a few minutes of your life. Success guaranteed and friendship reinforced!
