CHIAVARI, Italy – Lots of Halloween treats
in the windows of pastry shops in Chiavari this week. There are pumpkin shaped
candies and my favorite cookies, pan dei morti, the bread of
the dead. Halloween is becoming more popular here, not the trick or
treating part, the Italians haven’t quite grasped that concept yet, but the 20
somethings do like dressing up and looking weird and doing Zombie Walks. But
for those closer to and beyond 40, this weekend is a serious holiday. Today,
November 1, is Ognisanti, All Saints Day, and tomorrow, November 2, is La Commemorazione
dei Defunti, All Souls Day.
This is the weekend families travel
kilometers and kilometers to lay flowers and votive candles on the graves of
their parents and grandparents and other relatives. I doubt people still believe that
their relative’s souls return to Earth every year, but just in case it’s true
special masses are said for the dead. It is also a time for families to be
together and pay tribute to those who have passed.
Celebrating the dead is a very old
tradition that dates back to the time of the Roman pagans. The Roman celebrtion
was called the Parentalia, and it was a serious nine day celebration
during which neither marriages or any type of legal business was allowed to be
conducted. The Romans would leave garlands of flowers and wine-soaked
bread on the tombs of their dead relatives in the hope that the evil spirits
would be appeased by the gifts and not dance around in the cemeteries
disturbing the dead who were trying to rest in peace.
Old Roman Cemetary, Pompeii |
After Christianity took hold the Parentalia morphed
into Saints Day, but then the Catholic
Church found that there weren’t enough days in the year to celebrate all of the
martyred saints so, in the early part of the 9th century, Pope
Boniface IV created a collective holiday to celebrate all of them with one
holiday, and so we have All Saints Day.
All Saints Day was celebrated on the first
day of winter, as it was believed that was the time the division between
earthly life and afterlife was razor thin, making it easy for the dead to
reenter their bodies and return to the earth for a visit. It just may be
that the Zombie walks represent that part of the celebration.
Like the Roman Parentalia, All
Souls Day celebrations also revolved around food but in a different way.
Instead of leaving food on their relative’s graves, people in the province of
Massa Carrara (Tuscany) distributed it to the needy. In Monte
Argenario, also in Tuscany, there was a tradition of sewing large pockets on
the front of the clothes of orphaned children so everyone could give them a
little something, food or money, and in Abruzzo they would carve out pumpkins,
put a candle inside of them and use them as lanterns. Any of this sound
familiar?
Like every important holiday, Ognisanto has
its special treats – the most important being the oddly shaped pan dei morti.
And even though pan dei morti translates to bread of the dead, it’s really a
cookie made with figs and nuts and other good things.
The cookies sort of look like hands in
prayer, but originally they were supposed to resemble a baby wrapped in
swaddling clothes. Plates of cookie babies were left on graves as a sacrifice
to the evil spirits who lived in the cemeteries, as everyone knew those evil
spirits were beastly ghouls who liked nothing better than feasting on tender, chewy
little babies.
The cookies are symbolic in other ways
as well. To begin with they are made from other cookies, amaretti or savoiardi,
which are the cookies used for tiramisu. Using them for pan dei
morti symbolizes the transformation of old into new, in other words as one
person dies another is born and life continues.
The pan dei morti cookie recipe also
calls for dried fruit and figs, the same ingredients used in pre-Christian
offerings to the dead. In the past they would darken honey by heating it on a
stove to make the cookies as dark as the earth in a burial ground, but today a
little ground cocoa is used instead. The cookies are dense and chewy with a bit
of crunch from the ground amaretti and pine nuts, which give the idea of
crunching dead people’s bones. Yum, yum, crunchy bones. How does that song go –
everything old is new again? It would seem that is true, at least here, right
down to the bone-crunching end.
I would love to see the cimeteri covered with live flowers. We have only been able to visit in the spring or early fall when the flowers are withered and done.
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