Italy’s Best Smoothie

20120420-111213 AM.jpgI have recently been on a smoothie kick – only because I have just discovered that yes, they can be made WITHOUT milk! I never had them before because I always thought they contained milk which is not good for lactose intolerant me. But My curiosity and random attempts got the better of me and I invented pure awesomeness. Possibly someone else has already found out this recipe but it’s new to me!
So here goes-lactose free smoothies:

Ingredients:

1tsp whole or 1/2 tsp ground flaxseed
1 banana
1 single portion sized container plain soy yoghurt (I used Valsoia here in Italy)
1/2 cup mixed frozen wild fruits (here in Italy Buitoni makes an awesome mix!)

Method:

20120420-111307 AM.jpgSet up your blender. If you are using while flax seed add this to the blender first and then pulse until it is ground. This helps release the healthy omega-3 goodness, or else it apparently goes right through you without being digested! Then add the banana, frozen fruit and yoghurt. Blend on high until smooth – about 10 seconds. You can always add a drop of soy milk if it is too thick.
Pour into a tall glass and enjoy it creamy goodness!

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Water Water Everywhere!

Wow has it already been a month? Sorry folks! Life, as usual has been hectic, what with new courses and exams coming up, but I digress!
We’ve had a couple of water related events in the past month: from a sudden water cutoff (with no notice!) to an kverflowing sink on a Saturday morning and a desperate me bailing water out of the sink with a pot and running to dump it in the toilet, as it got higher and higher and higher…. An urgent phone call and 150 euros later we had a nice clean sink and very clear plumbing – apparently the clog was somewhere in the wall.
And now today- it’s pouring cats and dogs of course and just getting home required a canoe!
But sun is in the forecast for the weekend and hubby is participating in the half marathon of Genoa – wish him luck!

10 Foodie Things Italians Have Got Right, and 10 They Don’t

A recent conversation with one of my students led to one of the most common topics in coversation in Italy – food.

If you ask any Italian what country has the best food, they will stand up straighter, look down on you, raise an eyebrow and say, incredulously, “Why Italy, of course!” I mean, how could I ever think otherwise? But, as someone raised in a multicultural country like Canada, I can’t believe that Italian is the BEST food in the world – I think every country has at least one dish that is amazing.

But I digress. This conversation I had with my student led me to reflect a moment on some of the things Italy has that are pure awesomeness, and some others that they just can’t seem to get right (sorry guys). So here they are, in no particular order:

10 Foodie Things They Got Right:

1. Foccaccia. This is something that we North Americans think we are familar with, but nay, until you have tasted real foccaccia (from Genova, becuase even in other parts of Italy, it’s not so great), you know NOTHING people. Real foccacio is soft, chewy and oily and salty, and so not good for you, but so, so delicious.

2. Pesto. Another Genoese specialty. Interestingly enough, although the main ingredients are the same throughout Liguria, each part of the area makes it a little diffferently when serving it with pasta. For example, some add green beans and potatoes to the pasta and mix it all together with the pesto. I honestly love it this way, and it is the only way I eat green beans!

3. Gelato. Is anyone really going to try and debate with me on this one? Never has there been a creamier ice cream. Although sometimes lacking in flavour variety, there is nothing like the texture and taste that a cone or cup of gelato can give. Damn you lactose intollerance!

4. Regional Cooking. In no other country of the world (I think) is there so much variety in regional cooking. Every Region, Province and yes even every town, has it’s own special digh that they make only there in their own special way, that no-one else knows how to make. YOu could live here a life time and never have tasted everything.

5. Pasta. There is a reason Italy is famous for this around the world.

6. Pizza. See point 5.

7. Olive Oil. I know the entire Mediterranean area is famous for olive production, but I have tasted olive oil from many places, and no-one has it like they do in Italy. Now, every region will say their’s is the best (there is no unity in food competition in this country), but they are all good. Their taste ranges from the suble blending of flavours in the amber aged oils to the sharp almost spicy bit of the green fresh pressed oils. They’ve even invented the oil somelier here.

8. Seafood. This is a toughie, because I have had some pretty awesome seafood all over the world, actually never have I found a country that can make it wrong. But try a fritto misto or marinated anchovies, and you will be in heaven!

9. Deli meats. Also known as cold cuts. The variety of deli meats in this country is incredible. Try and say “salami” to the grocer, and they will spew forth a list of about forty different kinds, all made within a radious of 100km. There is a reason why you can’t find a Christmas ham in this country – it is all turned into prosciutto, or salami of some sort!

10. Wine. I’m no expert, but in a country where nearly every family has someone who makes their own, and who knows the moon cycles and harvest times by heart, you really can’t go wrong, no matter what wine you choose from the list.

… And 10 They Don’t:

1. Bread. Notwithstanding that Italians eat bread with every meal (yes, even with pasta), their bread all tastes, well, the same. It is either crusty or soft, but the middle is the same. Everywhere. Where are the whole grains, the seeds, the nuts, and all the other good stuff you can find in breads all over the world? Sometimes I try and make my own bread, but it is pretty hard to find the goods to put in it, at a reasonable price anyways.

2. Sandwiches. Notwithstanding the amazing variety in deli meats, which is such a great base for their sandwiches, the Italians have not figured out the great art of sandwich-making. You can either get a tramezzini (stale breat filled with mayonnaise and something – way overdone) or you get a panino (a slab of bread, sometimes so crusty it hurts you palate to take a bit out of it, with a couble slices of meat in it. Period). What about some nice crisp lettuce? A couple of tomatoes, sprouts, cheese? Some mustard and may? And some soft yummy bread, maybe slightly toasted…a bagel perhaps? Need I say more?

3. Meat. I’m talking beef and pork and chicken. No matter where you are, the meat is often prepared in a similar manner, either raw or overcooked, breaded or grilled with nothing. No roast beef, no babrbeque. Italian barbeque is grilled meat. Nothing more, no sauce, no marinade. Not so great to be honest.

4. Milk. Italians have great cheese, but the milk is undrinkable. I used to drink a glass of milk a day. Since I came to Italy that has stopped. And I only became lactose intollerant a few years ago.

5. Cookies/Biscuits. Anyone ever tried what they pass off as cookies here? Ever tried different brands, with supposedly different ingredients? Ever noticed a difference in taste? Ya, neither have I.

6. Breakfast. Partially related to point 5 above is breakfast. Now in North America we may exaggerate with the eggs and the bacon and stuff, but even during the week usually breakfast is filling and some of it is good for you at least. Italian breakfast consists in cafelatte/tea and a few cookies or a croissant. Pure sugar, no sustenance. No wonder they need huge lunches – I would be ravenous!

7. Multiculturalism in food. This isn’t really a food in itself but it is an attitude to food. Nothing is better than Italian food. Strangely enough, my husband now goes crazy for pad thai, sushi and waffles. Hmmmm. I must confess however that the situation has improved over the years, with more ethnic restaurants opening up here and there.

8. Cakes, pies and deserts in general. Italians have a few amazing desserts: tiramisu, cannelone siciliano, and pastries are some of the amazing specialties they have here. But their cakes are three types and three types they remain. Crostata is good, but really you can only put in so many flavours of jam before it gets boring.

9. Picnics. I know this is a strange one, but I used to love going on picnics, and loved picnic food. Alas, since most picnic food consists of sandwiches and fingerfood, the country falls short.

10. Soups and Salads. Again a lack of creativity in both. There are the usual four or five soups. Finis. Then the salads, usually consisting of tomatoes, carrots and lettuce, dressed in oil and vinegar. Where is the daring with some fruit? Or different dressings? Vegetables can be fun and amazing, if only you would dare with them!

And there you have it. Did I miss something? Rememeber this is purely subjective, so feel free to agree or disagree in the comments!!

Turin

So, with full tummies of chocolatey goodness, we went off to wander the city in the sunshine.

Enjoying a cappuccino and some sunshine

Turin is very green, very wide and spacious and (apparently) bike friendly. There are places to park your bike all over, and they even have a bike share program. Also it’s flat.

One of the many statues

And it is full of desserts. So, clearly, you need to take those calories off somehow!!

Can you say yummy?

We didn’t have much of a chance to see a lot of the city, as there was a one hour wait to go to the top of the Mole Antonellana, a huge spire dominating the city, from which you can see the mountains and the river.

The Mole

It also appears to be full of art and youth, which is quite different from  temperate retirement-age Genoa.

All in all, I felt right at home in Turin, and would love to go back again!

Andale! How can you not like a city that has an exhibit on Looney Toones characters???

...or donuts, straight from the Simpsons?

Chocolate, Chocolate, Everywhere!

On Saturday I thought I had died…and gone to sweet delicious chocolatey heaven….

You see, we decided to go to Cioccolato’, a chocolate festival in Turin. Turin, together with Perugia is the chocolate capital of Italy, inventors of the gianduiotti, and that deliciousness which is Nutella. The hazelnut-chocolate combo was the best thing that have ever found.

hazelnuts and chocolate...mmmmm

We arrived at the fair fairly early and immediately began sampling the local goodies. Besides tasties of different types of chocolate, including such oddities as onion, curry, lavender and rose petal (all delicious – and I am already thinking of how to make them at home!), there were other such novelties as chocolate kebabs, chocolate covered strawberries and waffles, chocolate covered apples and bananas, and the usual culprits, crepes.

All of which lead to delicious tummy aches of course.

Also they had an area explaining how to make different recipes using chocolate and a stand showing how gianduiotti are made. I was amazed at how thin the chocolatiers were – if I had had that job I think the Goodyear blimp would be put to shame.

gianduiotti waiting to go into the packaging machine

Of course, we also toured around Turin (the fair wasn’t that big), but I’ll write about that in another post. Instead, I’ll leave you with more chocolate photos….

How to make a chocolate kebab...

Spicy chili pepper chocolate

chocolate covered bananas - these were then rolled in crushed hazelnuts...

 

Casarza Ligure to Moneglia

It has been a long time, I know, but I have lots of good things to share, and various adventures.

So let’s begin. Two weeks ago I got my butt in gear and went on a hike. It had been so long since I had gone, that, had it not been for one of my fellow companions and his generous offer of lending me his walking sticks, I probably would have tumbled down the hill and sprained something! However, the trip was wonderful, and the weather was amazing – it really feels like spring has finally arrived!

The gate to the Bombosculture

The hike started out from the train station in Sestri Levante, where we took a bus up to a town called Casarza Ligure, and visited the very interesting Bombosculture. These sculptures, made by the Italian artist Angelo Stagnaro, are made completely from recycled trash. Environmentally friendly, and odd. What more can you ask for?

Lucky alien?

After ooing and awing a bit, we headed off along the river to find the road which would take us up the hills, and onto our trail. We had a few false starts, but finally found it.

It was a little harder than we thought, but once we got to our picnic area and had our sandwiches with such an amazing view, all our troubles seemed to pass away.

The view from the picnic area

Until we got sort of lost, that is. A contradictory sign and strangely painted dots told us to go one way then the other to follow our path. So we chose one, randomly, and ended up on one of the more difficult downhill treks ever. Well not ever, I’ve been on worse, but for my first hike back after many months, it wasn’t so easy! And I still have the bruises to prove it!

Which way?

But slowly but surely we made our way down to Moneglia, from where the sounds of drums and laughter wafted up the hills, enticing us ever faster.

There were baby bees everywhere!

When we reached Moneglia we found ourselves in the midst of the Pumpkin Festival, although, excepted for painted pumpkins, there was naught to be found. It was all just an excuse for Carnival festivities anyways. There were children dressed up all over the place, flag juggling and even a sword fighting demonstration. There were also lots of sausages and some polenta, of which multiple members of our party partook!

Flag juggling

And then it was time to leave. Another lovely day  in the company of a lovely group of people. And we got home just in time to see the alignment of the Cheshire cat moon, Jupiter and Venus. Perfect end to a perfect day.

 

A Taste of Home

When I took my husband to Canada a few years ago, I intruduced him to the all North American brunch. One of the things I made were waffles. Not even the good homemade kind, I made toaster waffles, Eggos. Hubby fell madly in love with waffles and when we returned to Italy he asked me to make him some. But alas, there was not a waffle iron to be found in the country and a very disappointed hubby made do with pancakes and french toast from then on.
Fast forward to last August. I asked hubby what he wanted me to bring him and he said, “Eggos!”. I pondered how on earth I was going to get frozen waffles back through a 20 hour flight for a few days, then one morning, in front of a stack of waffles, I told my mom and stepdad about my dilemma. My stepdad said, “Just bring back a waffle iron.” GENIUS!!
I confess I was embarassed I hadn’t thought of it before, but we immediately went to the nearest store and bought an electric waffle iron. (I already had a transformer in Italy from my previous crock pot purchase).
The day after I landed I made hubby waffles. He loved me even more from that day on I believe.
So, yesterday he sweetly did the groceries for me (I was drowning ina translation from Hell) and I noticed he bought all the intgredients for waffles. I decided to make his wish come true- and enjoyed a taste of home while I was at it!

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RIP Battuffolo

I love Battufolo!

I found out just recently that my in laws decided they didn’t want to raise rabbits any more, so my beloved Battufolo and his family were all massacred and placed in a freezer for future consumption! AND they didn’t tell me for months, until the last time I went there and wanted to go see my beloved bunny.

Evil.

Rest in Peace my beloved fluffball…

Polenta with Sausage

Well here I am again with another recipe. This time I am trying to post one with my iPhone so forgive me if it’s not perfect- but someone insisted I get this online ASAP so I shall obey!
We finally got some cold weather out here in Genoa and what better meal to fight the cold than traditional Italian polenta? Polenta is really just cooked cornflour with some sort of sauce on top or mixed in. The next day it can be fried or baked – it really is quite versatile though it takes some elbow grease – be prepared!

Ingredients

Sauce:

3/4 links sausage
1 small onion
2 cloves garlic,crushed
3 fresh ripe tomatoes
1cup tomato puree
1 cup red wine
Marjoram
Rosemary
Savory
Sal and pepper
Bay leaves
Celery seed
Pinch sugar
Small bunch fresh parsely

Polenta:

250g cornflour
Coarse salt
1 litre boiling water

Method

Cut the sausage into pieces. Then crush the garlic and chop the onion. If using fresh herbs finely chop them together with the parsely (except the bay leaves). If using dried wait to use them. Dice the tomatoes. In a large saucepan add a bit of oil. When it is hot add the onion and garlic and saute until the onion is transparent. Add the sausage and cook until browned. Add the tomatoes and stir well. After about a minute add the herbs, tomato sauce and red wine. Stir well. When it simmers lower the heat and cook uncovered for 40 minutes. I strongly suggest the use of a splatter screen. Stirr occasionally to make sure it isn’t sticking or burning. The liquid should be reduced by about half when it’s ready.
When your sauce is about 20 min from being ready it is time to prepare yourself to make polenta. Now I’m explaining the traditional method, but if you find the instant stuff then please feel free and save yourself some time by cooking according to package directions. If you’re like me and have a lifetime supply of cornflour then keep on reading. Bring your litre of water to a boil and salt. Pour in the cornmeal and lower the heat. Start stirring with a long handled wooden spoon so you don’t burn yourself. Stir stir stir for about 20 minutes. Polenta should be thick and hard to stir when it’s ready. Ideally it should also be detaching itself from the sides of the pot but I prefer it a bit undercooked personally. When the polenta is ready pour it on dishes and add some sausage on top. Enjoy while it’s hot!!

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Arenzano

A couple weekends ago, hubby and I decided to enjoy the beautiful sunny day and take a walk in one of the towns on the Riviera. This town is called Arenzano and is on the other riviera..the one furthest from me and one that we just don’t visit enough, since it is quite beautiful!

The Cove

We managed to find some FREE parking and started walking along the boardwalk. On of the things that has been common for the riviera towns to do is take the old train tracks that used to run along the seafront, pave them over and turn them into boardwalks. Pure genius!

The Sunset

We enjoyed walking along the walk, then going down and exploring the beaches. It is really lovely to go in off season – there are no umbrellas, the beaches are open to everyone, and there are not too many people.

The Moonrise

We even dared go off the beaten path and found a small cove hidden away, and just gorgeous. Stunning actually. And hubby was a very patient man as I took about 40 minutes to try and take the “perfect” picture.

Staircase to the beach

We then continued on our way, enjoying the sunset, until we thought it was getting a bit late, and turned around only to be greeted by the full moon rising up behind the mountains. It was huge and close to the earth and amazing in all senses of the word. With the sun setting behind me and the moon rising in front, the crash of the waves on the shore and the occasional cry of the gulls, I really felt lucky to be alive. And happy too.

Peacefulness

Another one of those little things in life to be happy about.

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