Showing posts with label Piedmont. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Piedmont. Show all posts

10 April 2016

LIFE: SPRING IN MONTFERRAT


PIEDMONT, Italia - Montferrat is in the northern Italian region of Piedmont. What you need to know about it is this: it is one of the most important wine districts in Italy. It’s also an agricultural area, which means in the spring when the fields are first planted, the soft hills become a living mosaic of beautiful colors.



The fact that it is stunningly beautiful is a plus, in fact it is so beautiful that in 2014, UNESCO declared it a World Heritage Site of Natural Beauty.

Montferrat has a strange history. The early rulers of the region were related to the Kings of France and the Holy Roman Emperors.  They were also related to the royal familes of Jerusalem and the Imperial Byzantine Empire.



And then there was the time Montferrat was controlled by Spain – for about three years actually, and through some sort of hocus pocus it passed to the Gonzaga Dukes of Mantua. The Gonzaga hung on to it the best they could, but then they lost it to the Dukes of Savoy.

If you are thinking that Montferrat is rather strange for an Italian name, you are right. The stories about how it got its name is even more strange. It goes like this:


A very, very long time ago, the legendary founder of Montferrat, Aleramo, needed to shoe his horse. He looked and looked but he couldn’t find a hammer, so he used a brick- which, in local dialect was called a “mun”. And so the horse was shod –  shod being the words “fra” in local dialect, which brings us to Munfra, and with a little magic fairy dust, it turns into Montferrat.

Actually there is another name story, not quite so fantastical and definitely more logical and it goes like this: Montferret comes from the Latin “Mons ferax”, which means fertile and rich hills. Now that makes sense.



The rich and fertile hills are by all accounts the most important thing about Montferrat. The rich land, along with hot, dry summers and cold winters, is perfect for growing grapes. Of the wines produced here, (DOC and DOCG), the most famous are Barbera d’Asti, Asti Spumante, Moscato d’Asti, Cortese, Malvasia and Grignolino.

Then there’s the other stuff about the famous writers, poets and artists who come from this area, but I figure as long as we’ve got the skinny on the wine, the rest can wait for another time.


Copyright © 2016 Phyllis Macchioni




05 November 2015

AUNTIE PASTA: Salute!

CHIAVARI, Italy – Shorter days and cooler nights turn Piedmont’s wine district into a wonderland of color.


This is Italy’s famous Langhe and Roero wine-growing regions of Piedmonte.
They are small ancient provinces where traditional wine making techniques are still alive and well.   

The grapes grown in these regions produce the world-renowned red Italian wines Barolo, Barbaresco, Nebbiolo and Dolcetto.


This region within a region covers a fairly large and roughly triangular swath of rolling vineyard country around the town of Alba.

Alba has traditionally acted as a gate to the Langhe mountains and a passage to Liguria. In fact the area was originally inhabited by Ligurians who invaded the area five centuries before Christ.


Tourists from around the world come to Piedmont to follow the “wine trail” through the wine growing zones of Dolcetto d’Alba, Barbera d’Alba and Nebbiolo d’Alba.

The town of Barolo, which is known throughout the world for its wine, is 9 miles (15 kilometers) from Alba.

Barolo is a splendid medieval town. It is one of the eleven communities where the black Nebbiolo grapes from the “Nebbiolo” vines, are used to produce Barolo wine, can be cultivated.


Serralunga has a beautiful castle while Monforte and La Morra will dazzle you with panoramic landscapes and delicious food.

To the east of Alba you’ll find Barbaresco, home to Barbaresco wine also made from Nebbiolo grapes.


This area also includes the towns of Treiso and Neive which are known as the towns of four wines: Barbaresco, Dolcetto, Barbera and Moscato.

The hills and valleys of the Langhe are beautiful in all seasons, but most will agree beautiful turns to spectacular in the fall.



These photos were taken in the heart of the Langhe between Barolo and Castiglione Falletto, which, along with the Roero hills, have been nominated as a UNESCO World Heritage Site.  (Photos by Roberto Orlando)  

25 January 2015

LIFE: Rice is Nice but Risotto is Better Redux


CHIAVARI, Italy - The Milan Expo is set to open on 1 May, 2015. It’s a universal exposition and as the last time Milan hosted a World Expo was back in 1906, it’s big deal. The theme of the Expo is Feeding the Planet, and that got me thinking. I wonder if there ia anyone who contributed more to the idea of feeding the planet than Leonardo da Vinci. With a single mechanical design, he changed Italy, and if not the planet, at least Europe.
Milano, Italy

In 1482 da Vinci wrote to Ludovico Sforza, soon to be Duke of Milan, looking for work. Knowing Sforza was being threatened by the French, da Vinci said he could construct bridges, underground passages, armored wagons and even cannons that hurl small stones.  Sforza hired him.    

da Vinci proved to be an asset and when the French backed off, the Duke appointed him to organize and update the irrigation system within the dukedom.  After a careful examination of the waterways, Leonardo got to work. He designed a hinged watertight gate, a flood gate that could be used to control the amount of water released to irrigate the flat fields.  And then they planted rice.
 Rice Fields of Northern Italy

Today, more than 500 years later, they still grow rice in Lombardy and Piedmont. In fact there are areas where the rice fields stretch out as far as the eye can see.  And they still use the flood gate system designed Leonardo to irrigate the fields.

There are more than a dozen varieties of rice produced here, and to be honest about it, at times it is a bit overwhelming for an ex-Uncle Ben-er like me. But if I ask the right questions, the Italian mammas are always ready to help out. They seemed to know a lot about rice. 
Mondine at Work

I think some of my neighbors in Lombardy may have been “mondine”, which is what the women who worked in the rice fields were called.  The word “mondine” comes from “mondare”, a word that isn’t used in Italian any more, but it used to mean “to clean”. And up until the 1950’s, clean is what the women did in those fields, if you consider weeding a form of cleaning. 

Their job was a seasonal one, from the end of April until June. In June  the paddy fields were flooded with water so that the rice plants would not undergo severe temperature variations going from day into night. The job consisted of setting rice plants in the paddy fields and then going back to that field once the plants had taken hold and clearing it of weeds.  It was difficult work and something that only the women in really poor families did in order to earn money.
 Silvana Mangano in Bitter Rice

In a publicity photos for the 1949 Italian movie Bitter Rice, a buxom Silvana Mangano is shown standing in a flooded rice field. She plays the part of a young woman who works in the rice paddies of northern Italy. She looks sexy in her tight shorts and torn black stockings, with her hair falling over smoldering dark eyes. You might even get the impression that picking rice was a fun and romantic thing to do.

In reality, the women who worked in the rice fields didn’t have much time to think about looking sexy as they were constantly being assaulted - both above and below the water line. They would spend up to 12 hours a day, bent over in water up to their knees.  They did wear long black stockings, not to look sexy, but to protect their legs. They also wore big straw hats to protect them from the hot summer sun and the swarms of mosquitoes that constantly buzzed around them. From below, snakes of all sizes, lizards and slippery green frogs slithered through their legs as they worked.
 Bitter Rice

In the film, and in real life, the women were migrant workers traveling by bus from one northern Italian rice cooperative to another. They slept in specially built dormitories, spending months planting, weeding and harvesting rice. They worked in rows, moving backwards, controlled by an overseer who sometimes sat on an elevated chair like a tennis umpire, and other times walked behind the woman poking at them with his cane if they weren’t working fast enough.

 When the women got close to the end of a field, the overseer would call out and some of them would move away from the row in order to leave a space for the critters (which had been driven back as the women progressed down the field) to escape. They said the water churned like it was boiling as the frogs and snakes desperately scrambled to find a way out.
 Reality

The women would often sing as they worked. The songs they sang have often been considered political but they actually were not. The women sang primarily to keep their spirits up, to take their minds off of the horrid working conditions, the heat, the bugs and mosquitoes and the slimy creatures under the water, and to lament the years they were wasting working in the fields. 
On days like today, when it’s raining outside and I’m in my cozy kitchen stirring up a fragrant saffron gold risotto Milanese for lunch, I think about Leonardo. I hope he knows the systems he created, and the canals he laid out to irrigate those rice paddies, are still in use.
Days in the Rice Paddies, Nights in the Cascina
And I think about those women who traveled from rice paddy to rice paddy and made Italy what it is today, the largest rice producer in Europe. It wasn’t until after World War II that they mechanized the rice fields and the women went home, got married and became respectable Signoras. Actually it wouldn’t surprise me if they were the same Italian mammas I run into in the grocery store, the very same ones who seem to know an awful lot about rice.

You can see life size models of 130 machines reproduced from da Vinci drawings at the National Museum of Science and Technology in Milan. It is the largest science and technology museum in Italy and it is dedicated to Leonardo da Vinci.  Some of his designs are truly fantastic: flying machines, tanks, submarines, cranes, and even robots. The man was well ahead of his time.

Museo Nazionale della Scienza e della Tecnologia
"Leonardo da Vinci"
Via San Vittore 21,
20123 Milano
Monday - Friday: 9.30 - 17.00
Saturday and holidays: 9.30 - 18.30


 

09 June 2013

LIFE: A Stroll Back in Time



CHIAVARI, Italy – I suppose by next year I’ll have gotten into the rhythm of life in Chiavari, but as it is now, I never know what I’m going to find when I walk out the door. 

 Antique Fair in Chiavari
 
Foto furniture Today was no different. I started out for the hardware store this morning to buy a piece that broke off from the bar that holds the shutters open, and it took me almost an hour to get to there. Not because it’s far, but because there is an antique fair in town this weekend, and there was no way I was going to be able to walk past those tables and not stop and look.


The first thing that caught my eye were the fishing lures. I liked the lady bug one. It brought back nice memories of when I was five years old and used to go fishing for sunfish down at the river with my father. Next to the guy selling the lures was a large display of old tools, all rusted and fierce looking and next to them was the contents of an entire furniture store.
 
 Bits of This n' That

There were all kinds of things to see besides furniture and old tools. There were dishes and dolls and old jewelry and I even saw a table selling French jewelry. I wanted to ask what the difference was between French jewelry and regular jewelry but the woman was busy and there were too many other things to see – plus I still had to get to the hardware store before it closed for lunch. 


Another thing that caught my eye was a yellow Liz Clairborn dress selling for €5, about $6.50. It was hanging next to a stiff green Emanuel Ungaro. The clothes were not in very good shape, but the vintage handbags and the collection of eyeglass frames were both pretty amazing in scope and quality.

 
Oh, My Goodness
The ceramics were pretty amazing as well. The most spectacular piece was a tall, highly decorated vase which was being offered next to a straw case that may have been a picnic basket – not the type of picnic basket that holds food, but the type that holds dishes and silverware and other la dee da things you don’t normally associate with picnics. Not any more anyway.


My Aunt Florence is a master doll maker and so when I saw the blonde doll in the pale lavender silk dress, I knew I had to know more about her. Her hair and make-up were perfect, her dress was beautifully made right down to the delicate lavender rose at her neckline, her long underskirt and her to-the-knees pantaloons finished with a lacy ruffle. Even her tiny little shoes were perfect. No detail had been overlooked.

Lovely Lady

At first I thought her face, which had a matte finish and was fairly realistic, was made of bisque.  But it turned out to be fabric. In fact the whole doll, except for her arms and legs (below the knees) was made of fabric.  The stall person didn’t know what the arms and legs were made of, but whatever it was it was very realistic both to see and touch.


She said the doll was over 100 years old and had been made by hand in Italy’s northern region of Piedmont. That part of northern Italy was once an important doll producing area, and today one of the most important doll museums in Europe is located in the castle of Rocca Boromero di Angera  on Lago Maggiore.

 
There's Something About Old Glass
Then I moved on when some antique linens caught my eye, and some colorful ceramic dishes. Then I fell in love with the pale pink selzer bottles, fickle sole that I am. I think if I ever settle down for any length of time, I would probably become a hoarder.  It’s only my lack of space that keeps my impulses in check.


I finally did make it to the hardware store, and just in the nick of time. They were getting ready to close and I had to wiggle and worm my way around the ladders and garden hoses and other things they had already brought in from their out in front of the store display area.
 
 Wrap it Up
While they truly have everything under the sun in that dark and narrow store, they didn’t have the piece I needed.  They said I’d have to go up to Carasco, which is a small village in the hills behind Chiavari where you can still find stuff like this.  No problem for me, my landlord lives in Carasco, so I’ll just put it in his hands and be happy that there is one less thing I will have to worry about this week. And that’s good because who knows what I’ll find to distract me the next time I walk out the door.