Although I was aware of the Venice carnival, I was not aware of its connection to Lent or the fact that not only was this an Italian wide festival, but also quite a lot of the rest of Europe too. For around two weeks, certainly in Italy, there are Carnevale events culminating in a parade of some kind on Shrove Tuesday or Fat Tuesday as it is known in other places e.g. Mardi Gras in Spanish, Martedì Grosso in Italian. I had noticed carnival masks and coloured streamers going up in shops, seen signs for Carnevale as well as event specific delicacies in the Pasticceria windows. However, I was not sure what the celebration was for as it seemed too early for Easter. I asked someone who told me it was the festival before Lent. This information turned our Shrove Tuesday into the limpest of pancakes. WARNING! This is my understanding of Carnevale almost certainly containing wild inaccuracies, baseless assumptions and misunderstandings. Anyway, Carnevale is understood to be from the Italian word for meat Carne and vale which means without. This makes sense as a description for Lent or any other type of fasting. The English word Carnival is derived from this. There is something reassuringly human about that fact that around the world, in all cultures, any period of organised fast start and end with a bit of gluttony.
We had looked online and Bologna was holding its Carnevale dei Bambini (Carnival for children) parade on Sunday at 2.30, which was fortunate as Al had the day off. We decided to go and headed out with a plan to grab a slice of pizza or a piadina to eat while watching the parade. When we arrived, we noticed that there was a lot of confetti and streamers on the ground and we worried that we had somehow missed it. We walked up to where the parade was supposed to be and although there were loads of families with dressed up kids walking around no one seemed to be massing for an event or waiting for one or getting a good spot or any of the usual signs of imminent events happening. We walked the length of the road and at 2.15, having seen no sign of parade or parade watchers, we decided we must have made a mistake about the time and decided to get some lunch.
It can be difficult to get lunch after 2.00pm because many
restaurants close at 3 or don’t open on Sundays. I had a mild cold so I was
keen to sit down if we weren’t going to get a parade. We were close to Mercato Delle Erbe (The herb market). This usually
has vegetable stalls in the centre with cafes, shops and bars around the edge.
Because the market itself and many of the restaurants do not open on Sundays, those
that do can extend into the unused space of neighbouring restaurants for the
day.
Polpette e Crescentine is one such restaurant that doubles in size on a Sunday. It is often very busy so you might want to think about booking, which you can do through their website on this link. The staff are very friendly and the menu is available in English if you need that kind of thing. The menu also lists their suppliers and the traditional nature of the food. For the uninitiated Polpette (meatballs) and Crescentine (small roughly square bread pieces fried so they puff up and can be stuffed) are local specialities.
Affettati Miste e Crescentine
Close up of Crescentine
We ate here when we were newly arrived in Bologna and they
introduced us to the delights of Friggione a local dish of tomato and onions
that is usually served at room temperature. I’m not one for side dishes but I
will make an exception for this, it is fabulous. More recently we had our first
Crescentine here which for some reason we had not eaten before, although they
are Bolognese. We had decided to start with a selection of local cooked and
cured meats called Affettati misti (mixed
slices) and to have the Crescentine
with it. A colander of freshly fried Crescentine arrived with our meats and the idea is you break into
the puffs and fill them with bits of meat, refolding them into bite sized
pieces. They smell and taste similar to a savoury doughnut and were a delicious
accompaniment. It was a fantastic discovery and something you probably can’t
enjoy outside Bologna.
After lunch, and disappointed that we had missed the parade,
we went to an exhibition we wanted to see. This temporary exhibition is at the Bologna Museum of Modern Art (Mambo)
and was part of Bologna Art Week, which I have written about previously. It was
curated from the work of multiple international artists, but by far the stand
out piece for me was “Bonjour 2015” by Ragnar
Kjartansson. I was about to describe it and then I remembered I have the
power of photos so here it is.
“Bonjour 2015”
Yes, those are two real life people in the “set” who perform
the same set of actions on a five-minute circuit. It is both beautiful and
terrifyingly nihilistic at the same time. You are able to walk around the whole
set, so the “performers” can be seen at all times. I have to be honest I
admired their commitment to the performance although I was distracted by
wondering how many hours they performed this for.
When we left the museum, we were disappointed to see even more confetti and streamers littering the place and it became clear that we had missed the Carnevale festivities for a second time in one day! I thought I might try and catch the Fat Tuesday events before work instead but this was not to be as unfortunately, even the lavish festivities of the Venice Carnevale were cancelled due to the sudden spread into Italy of the Corona Virus. Although Venice itself had no cases, it was deemed wise to avoid mass gatherings of people. The central and regional Italian governments took a robust approach to containment with Emilia Romagna, where Bologna is situated, deciding to close all schools, museums, churches and cinemas for a week as a precaution. This meant that there was no Carnevale parade on Fat Tuesday and MamBO, along with other museums, galleries and cinemas, was closed to the public too although they have made the exhibition available on a streamed service.
As part of our ongoing mission to see more of the area surrounding Bologna whenever we can, we found ourselves on a Monday heading out in our ancient Polo to what the Bolognese call “the hills”. Probably because in my mind the hills mean softly undulating landscape, I was not prepared for the majestic sweeps, deep valleys and dramatic shapes of the Bolognese hills. It would be like calling the Peak district, the hills of Sheffield, which is an error with my understanding of the Italian word rather than undue modesty on their part. This area is part of the Apennines which separates Bologna and the north from Pisa and Florence.
Al advises me that it was interesting driving, along the twisty roads, with hairpin bends, steep inclines and unexpected drops with no power steering and it certainly looked it from the passenger seat. My ears popped on one high stretch and we knew that down was the only remaining direction available. There were many beautiful small towns in valleys and on hillsides as we snaked our way through. I don’t have photos of the drive as I was too busy taking it in. You will just have to take my word for it or visit for yourself.
Porretta Terme
One of the main streets
We had set our sights on a town called Porretta Terme . As the name suggests Terme is Italian for Thermal spa and these springs have been in use since Roman times. The town is also famous for Winter sports as it is close to a couple of resorts as well as being home to an International Soul Music festival which has been running since 1987. It was a beautiful sunny day with temperatures promising to reach 15 despite it still being February.
Walking around Porretta Terme
We enjoyed ourselves wandering around the streets looking at the architecture. However, it is us, so we had timed our visit with lunch and needed to find something to eat. Monday lunchtime is not an ideal time to visit a town as many shops and businesses close for lunch and many restaurants and cafes don’t open on Mondays. However, there is always somewhere to be found and we were more than happy to stumble on Cipensoio which is the restaurant of the Helvetia Thermal Spa hotel. It looked formal and we thought twice about going in, but we read the menu outside and decided we would go for it. It rated highly on the review sites, but we had really been looking for a sandwich. We often find ourselves in restaurants having sworn we would have a light lunch on the run.
Baccala’ mantecato “Brandacujun”
Crostini al Lardo stagionato di Pata Negra
Maltagliati con scorfano, pomodorini confit e asparagi
Maccheroni al torchio con salsiccia di cinta e porcini
Our dishes from Cipensoio
Ci Penso Io is literally translated into English as “I’ll think about it”, but it widely accepted to mean “I’ll handle that” or “I’ll deal with it”, so bear this in mind if you hear it said or say it. Certainly, in this case they could handle our lunch. The food was delicious.
We had only been able to pay for two hours parking (parking requires change which, except for small brassy denominations, seems to elude us), so we had to get back on the road. It’s still early in the year so you start to lose the light at 5pm and we had another stop planned before heading for home. There is a station, Porrettana, which runs to and from Bologna, so a train trip would probably take you through some beautiful countryside on the way. Next time I’m planning on booking in for a spa treatment.
La Scola
We drove back in the direction of Bologna but turned off onto a road that climbed the side of a large hill. This road was in part single lane and we were a little disturbed to see bus stops dotted along, as there was no room for a bus to pass. The tarmac surface did not extend by more than a cars width and to the sides were rain gullys. I didn’t notice any passing places, but I would not have wanted to reverse back to one anyway, the road was steep and twisty. La Scola is listed as a historical monument, but it is a tiny village where all the buildings are from 14th and 15th Centuries and were built by master stonemasons. Its location, perched on the side of a hill, means that the beautiful buildings are set in an incredible context against the sky and surrounding hills. As it is tiny there is no parking to speak of, no facilities and I imagine that it could get pretty busy in peak tourist season. You can also get there by train and then bus from Bologna and I recommend it as somewhere to go on the way to or from somewhere else.
As Bologna is a city with a lot of galleries and art events I was pleasantly surprised to find there was a
dedicated Bologna Art Week too. It was from 17th to the 26th
January and was a collaboration between a number of organisations including the
Municipality of Bologna, MamBO (Modern Art Museum Bologna) and Arte Fiera. This
year was the 8th Art week and saw more than 57,000 pieces exhibited[1].
There were hundreds of events across a wide variety of galleries,
non-profit, artist run and unconventional spaces and included a “White night”
on January 26th. Usually, in Italian, a white night means a night
where you are not able to sleep. However, happily this “White night” is where
galleries and museums were open until midnight. This was to allow people who struggle
to get to galleries and museums during traditional opening hours a chance to go.
I think this is a great idea and I don’t know how many galleries or museums do
this, in other places, but I will definitely be keeping my eye out.
Bologna Welcome
To find out what was happening in Art Week, we turned to our
trusty friend the Bologna Welcome
site. As we had limited time when we were both free we wanted to maximise the
bang for our buck. So, rather then go to several different events in separate
locations we decided to go to one big event at Bologna Fiera, which is a massive
conference centre on the outskirts of Bologna.
At the end of last year we decided to get Bologna Welcome
cards. This is a card provided by the Bologna Welcome centre and with it you
can access many galleries, exhibitions and attractions either for free or at a
discount. We bought annual cards but they also do short term cards for tourists
and visitors. Check out their site for full details (link above). We were
expecting to get a discount at Bologna Fiera, but on the day we were ushered
through for free just by flashing the cards.
Arte Fiera
We drove to the exhibition because we knew it was on the other side of town, but when we arrived we discovered there was a free shuttle bus from the centre, which we should have researched better. However, we arrived at the venue in time for a spot of lunch at the Eataly pop up and then went into the exhibition. There were two enormous halls hosting this exhibition so to begin with we were a little overwhelmed and unsure where to start. Both halls had exhibition spaces organised by Gallery with a sign to indicate the gallery name and location. There was a mixture of Italian and International galleries. I will shush now and let the art do the talking. As usual terrible photos by me, good ones “borrowed” from Al.
Gallery spaces and labels
Can you spot the egg
Some highlights from our visit
To get more info and photos check out their site Arte Fiera
Art Week Bologna 2021
It looks like its all systems go for the 9th
Bologna Art week in 2021 and I would recommend checking it out if your visit coincides
with Art Week or if you are lucky enough to plan your trips around art events.
[1] ‘ART CITY Bologna 2020 –
Bologna Agenda Cultura’ (Agenda.comune.bologna.it, 2020) <http://agenda.comune.bologna.it/cultura/artcity>
accessed 21 February 2020
Italians love food. This might seem a bit of a “bear shits in the woods” statement but I really want to impress on you what this means on a daily basis. You can’t seem to avoid talking about food with Italians at some point. Even Italian idioms and proverbs are mostly based on eating and drinking. The greatest thing about Italy is that you can buy good food everywhere. Step into any café, bar or restaurant and you will eat something freshly prepared, simple and good. Eating out is something that happens at least once a week because it’s relatively cheap, given the quality of the food available. There are multiple butchers, grocers, fishmongers, Pasticceria (cake and pastries shops), Sfogline (handmade pasta shops), Pane (bread shops) Salumeria (cured and cooked meats and cheeses) as well as markets and various speciality food shops over and above those.
Salumeria in a small mall
Sfogline (pasta) shop at Easter
A corner café bar. Breakfast and lunch
Specialty food on every street
Italians simply wouldn’t stand for it if great produce
became so unaffordable as to be elitist, but also recognise the value (and
cost) of food produced slowly with skill, care and tradition and are willing to
pay more money for it. As Italy has retained its specialist food outlets and
market shopping culture people tend to eat seasonally and locally so food miles
are largely irrelevant. It’s hard to buy out of season here. If you want to eat
sausages from Sicily you go to Sicily. In western countries we can have a lot
of food waste because people want the premium cuts, but not the other meat that
is left once they are removed which has led to the rise of “Nose
to tail” eating. In Italy they eat most of the animals they butcher. They
have built food industries around the inventive and delicious ways they
transform the less preferred parts such as the Florentine speciality Lampredotto
(cow’s stomach sandwich) etc.
Tagliere (local meats and cheeses sliced) from Tamburini
Often people we meet are really surprised we have moved here.
People usually move away to places like the UK for work and to progress their
careers. This reversal makes them curious. When we say “for the food” they
spread their arms warmly, smiling and nodding because it’s obvious and it makes
sense to them. Even people who have initially seemed hostile melt when they
know we are interested in their food. They know they have great food. They will
start advising you on what’s best to eat, where and when. They want to know
what you have eaten already, where and what you thought.
If we have to generalise* and for reasons of space and humour we are going to, Italians are hyper regional. Everyone you meet is likely to tell you where they are from, as in which specific part they were born in as soon as tell you their name, because in Italy it’s a really important part of your identity. Tied to the regional identity is a sense of pride about whatever food that region produces for example a Neapolitan talking about pizza is an obvious one, but they will detail the dough, the mozzarella and the tomatoes. You will get the same from Florentine talking about beef steak, bread and olive oil and Bolognese talking about tortelloni, or tagliatelle or Ragu etc.
A very brief history of Italy
To put this into some context you need to remember that
Italy has only existed as a country since 1861, the same year in which “Great
Expectations” by Charles Dickens was released in book form, HMS Warrior the
first completely iron ocean going ship was launched, Abraham Lincoln became US
President and the American Civil war started (84 years after the start of the
American war of independence) and Tsar Alexandra emancipated Russian serfs. Before
this time Italy was a set of city states which occupied the same peninsula, often
at war with each other and many of which were variously occupied by foreign powers
and empires. Even in 1861 not all the city states joined immediately with some
joining after 1918 when Italy defeated Austro-Hungary in WW1. While others like
Piedmont were broken up with Nice given to France in return for their military
support. San Marino still hasn’t joined and retains its independent status.
The result is that those regional identities and traditions are very strong and many people speak the dialect of their home region with some older people only able to speak dialect and not modern Italian at all. This accentuates the things that the regions have in common as part of a communal identity; such as their dedication to their food. Much of the history of Italy that we know is centred on the History of the Roman empire, the Holy Roman Empire (dissolved 1906) and the Roman Catholic church or the powerful families such as the Medici’s who ruled city states, with the rest of what is now Italy only being included in historical reports as geographical conquests by various others. ‘Italian Unification’ (En.wikipedia.org, 2019)
Map of italy
Regionality and food
Each region has a set of speciality products because of the
unique geographical and agricultural features of that area. I’ve been told that
the Island of Sardinia, contrary to what you might imagine, does not enjoy a
coast that is particularly good for fish, except in one specific area. However,
it is quite mountainous so it’s famous for its sheep products. Apparently, Bologna
does not have olive oil because all the olive trees on the surrounding hills
were killed in an unusually prolonged spell of very cold weather a couple of
hundred years ago. The oil produced had not been great whereas the olive oil in
nearby Tuscany is so instead of replacing the olive trees they planted Sangiovese
(red) and Pignoletto (white) grape vines to create the wines which the region
is now famous for and used butter for cooking.
As well as being proud of their home regions food, Italians have
extensive knowledge about the produce from every region and understand where
the best examples of each kind of food can be found and when it is at its best,
by breed, by species and by season. They believe in the “terroir” of food. Someone
gave me the example of a Neapolitan chef making pizza at a high end place in
New York who had taken to shipping the pizza ingredients from Naples to New
York, everything from the flour and water to the tomatoes, mozzarella and herbs
in an effort to get the pizza to taste as good as it does at home. It still did
not taste right so he bought a machine to recreate the exact humidity too
because it all matters.
Bologna is in the region called Emilia Romagna, but this is comprised of two regions that have traditionally fought each other, so you hear a lot of arguments about where Emilia ends and Romagna begins depending on with which one your allegiances lie. Emilians don’t rate piadine as these are Romangnola, but swear by crescente, which to the less discerning eye are incredibly similar flat breads you fold food into. Generally, I have found that when I am recommended something as the best tomato variety for a summer salad with mozzarella and basil everyone will agree where you go to get that tomato. There is a generosity in recognising the superiority of another area’s product e.g. the Bolognese for example will all happily agree that they are rubbish at any other types of bread and recommend the bread of other regions.
Thankfully Lasagne is Bolognese
Food fight
Of course, with this much everyday passion and knowledge about food for Italians they don’t really understand that this is not usual for everyone or why we make mistakes with their food. Part of the problem for the rest of us is that our cookbooks and TV chefs have continued to provide inauthentic recipes for Anglicised or Americanised versions of dishes, but kept the Italian names or given them Italian names that they don’t deserve or suggested that they are somehow Italian when they aren’t. No one has any issues with adapting dishes, but when you have spent centuries cultivating your produce and the resulting dishes to their optimum its galling to have someone present something entirely other and say it’s the same thing. We don’t have that same kind of repeatable food culture, ours is much more of a make do and mend approach to cooking. If I can’t find what I need for the dish or don’t have what’s on the list, I will substitute it for something else. That’s fine, it makes sense, who hasn’t done that, but it’s a different dish. Bearing in mind most Italian dishes are very simple and only involve a small number of ingredients, any substitution is a significant change. Perhaps we should take more credit for our inventiveness and give our dishes new names. If we really feel the need we can always say Inspired by and then name the dish we didn’t quite make. While it’s true a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, you would be annoyed if you paid for a dozen red roses and some badly sprayed daffs turned up.
An example of this food adaptation is “Spaghetti Bolognaise”. This dish is neither Italian nor from Bologna. Italian people even tell me that it doesn’t exist. Why, I hear you ask? Firstly, it uses spaghetti, right there in the name. Spaghetti is a dried pasta from further south and does not contain egg. The Bolognese specialise in fresh egg pasta such as tagliatelle or stuffed egg pastas like tortelloni and tortellini. Everybody knows spaghetti is not from Bologna. Secondly, the sauce is not one that Italians recognise. There is a Bolognese meat sauce called Ragù. Indeed, a traditional Bolognese dish is Tagliatelle alla Ragù. Ragù is not the same as the meat sauce in most of the “Spaghetti Bolognaise” recipes you see in UK and US cookbooks and definitely not related to anything you can buy in a jar. It is often made from veal and pork rather than beef mince and is closer to a kind of stew. So even if the Bolognese sauce being referred to was Ragù, there is no way it would be served with spaghetti. There are restaurants in Bologna (and elsewhere in Italy) that cater to the tourists’ insatiable enthusiasm for an “authentic spaghetti Bolognaise” by putting it on their menus and, like the locals, we avoid those places.
“Knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit; wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.”
Miles Kington
Italians are proud of their pizza too and something which
comes up in my classes all the time is putting pineapple on pizza. They think
this is disgusting and want me to confirm if it is true that other countries do
this or not because they are not sure if it’s a kind of urban myth. There are
only a handful of truly original pizzas which includes the margherita and the
marinara. This has been extended to include other Italian products such as
salsiccia and friarelli (sausage and a kind of broccoli), the four cheese and four
seasons pizzas etc. However, they have not extended into adding any non-Italian
foods such as Pineapple. In fact, many will tell you they never have fruit on
pizza, but it is possible they don’t recognise the fig as a fruit (tomatoes not
withstanding).
At other times the pitfalls can be harder to miss for a non-native. The other day I was running a conversation class, where a small group of English language students are given a topic to discuss in English, when as usual we moved onto food. They were trying to describe something called Arrosticini to me, which in my defence they described as meat on sticks cooked over a flame, so I said innocently “Ok, like a kebab” and wrote Shish kebab on the board. There was a collective sharp intake of breath followed by some vigorous head shaking and furious declarations that these were not the same at all. One woman said to me “You must not say that again. It is not like a kebab. People will be offended”. I obviously erased the words and moved the conversation on, hoping that they were writing it off as my English ignorance about the culinary world. I know people in England can get upset about the correct content of a Cornish pasty (as well as the crimp), or whether you should put cream or jam on a scone first, but these people are few and far between, so the depth of the reaction I caused came as quite a surprise. Anyway, for the uninitiated arrosticini is meat or fish and vegetables on a skewer and then cooked over flame, which as “any fule kno” is not like a kebab at all, ok?
Arrosticini
If you would like more information on how we get Italian food wrong or how passionate they are about it there is a Facebook account for that: Italians mad at food
Artisanal food production and modern life
You only need to go to nearby places like Parma (Parma Ham and Parmesan cheese) and Modena (Balsamic vinegar) to see that tradition as well as place is a big part of the Italian attitude towards food. Often eschewing modern production methods which might increase yields but would damage quality the artisanal nature of the product is respected. It is the price required for the quality of the resulting product. Processes and recipes largely unchanged for generations. Handmade pasta is the preserve of the Nonna, with pretty much everyone telling you about their memories of their Nonna making pasta by hand for special occasions, like Christmas and Easter (something which is dying out if you are to believe www.pastagrannies.com). Pasta is made on a more commercial scale now in shops full of experienced Sfogline hand rolling, cutting and stuffing pasta to fill seasonal orders. The artisan is a figure revered in Italy and while modern life is eroding this to some extent it is still very much in evidence in all aspects of Italian life. Apparently people used to cook at home every night and then buy food at the weekend because they were busy, now they buy ready meals or eat out in the week because they are busy with work and only cook at the weekends because then they have more time.
Parmesan
Balsamic Vinegar
It is not just in terms of when they cook and who is cooking that Italians attitude to food is changing. I noted that the students in my school were very excited because a KFC had just opened. Now in Bologna this may have had a little extra frisson because Chicken is not a local speciality so it isn’t on every menu and not all of the city super markets (express supermarkets) sell whole chicken or unprocessed chicken, but it might be because these are brands they have grown up with in the cinema or on TV but didn’t have. Certainly, the McDonalds I pass by twice a day in the centre of Bologna is depressingly full. I hope they know that is not how good burgers should taste.It is not just in terms of when they cook and who is cooking that Italians attitude to food is changing. I noted that the students in my school were very excited because a KFC had just opened. Now in Bologna this may have had a little extra frisson because Chicken is not a local speciality so it isn’t on every menu and not all of the city super markets (express supermarkets) sell whole chicken or unprocessed chicken, but it might be because these are brands they have grown up with in the cinema or on TV but didn’t have. Certainly, the McDonalds I pass by twice a day in the centre of Bologna is depressingly full. I hope they know that is not how good burgers should taste.
I heard that Starbucks was going to open a branch in Bologna
and it made me sad. Italy. All of Italy, everywhere. Makes excellent coffee. An
espresso in an artisanal coffee place where you can pick your beans costs
£1.20. A perfect cappuccino £1.70. I have never had a Starbucks that was a
patch on any coffee I ever had in Italy, although to be fair my Starbucks
experience is limited to two branches. However, I was heartened when I spoke to
someone in one of my business groups and he explained that, for them, Starbucks
was not about the coffee. It was somewhere to hang out, somewhere to have a
meeting. In Italian coffee bars you go to get an espresso, drink it and leave.
Customers are rarely in the shop for longer than it takes to eat a brioche.
Starbucks would not replace Italian coffee bars but did offer something else.
Two students were completing an activity where they had to
discuss the available options on their pre-printed hand outs and decide where
to go for dinner. At the end of the activity they revealed they had picked the
fast food restaurant. I explained that with all the great produce and food in
Bologna I was surprised and disappointed. They argued that they had wanted to
go to the seafood restaurant, but fish is expensive and they were only students.
Then they pointed out that there wasn’t any other choice as there wasn’t an Italian
restaurant on the list!
Italians and new food ideas
There is a side effect from all this history and local food
pride that we had not expected but that probably was inevitable. Italians can
appear unadventurous when it comes to food. Don’t let me be misunderstood, they
will eat every single bit of the pig, tripe is a speciality of the beef region
(Firenze), meats are often cured not cooked, some fish and meat are best served
raw, etc. Italians are not squeamish about food, but they know which of their
foods go together and so the idea of trying anything outside of their, as I
already detailed, encyclopaedic knowledge of food seems unnecessary. This isn’t
to say that every family doesn’t have their own secret nonna recipe for the food
of their region, but it will be variation on process and possibly varieties
rather than key ingredients.
There are some Chinese restaurants, there is in increase in appetite for Sushi (often served by Chinese restaurants) and now Mexican too. Mexican might seem odd in this context but given that a fajita or burrito is not that dissimilar to a piadine, being that it is round flat bread with something folded into it, is not all that surprising. Aside from the occasional Arabic Kebab shop with the trademark Doner slowly turning behind the counter, and the usual usurping fast food chains, these are the only foreign food establishments you are likely to find with any regularity. Most of the Italians I have spoken to in Bologna have eaten in one or all of these and enjoy them however, it must be stressed that Bologna is a famously cosmopolitan University city so there is possible more appetite for opening up to new cultures and food ideas here than in other parts of Italy.
Italy is not preserved in aspic, it has not been cut off from
the rest of the world for generations, they just don’t really think of food
outside of what they are familiar with. There is a certainty that this is the
way to do it. They are really good at what they do and it leads them to produce
some of the best products in the world, but this rigidity to what can be eaten
with what and when can also seem to be its limitation. For example, there is a
three Michelin starred restaurant in Modena, called Osteria Francescana with an
Italian chef Massimo Bottura, who has also worked in the US. He had upset the
locals of Modena by changing Italian classics for example by producing a pesto
recipe that does not use pine nuts. While he is happy to celebrate and present
the fabulous food and produce of Italy, he is also not afraid to change and
challenge, which has not always earned him fans here. However, I note that his
name often comes up in class as an example of the international recognition and
acclaim for Italian food and, especially amongst the young professionals, the
restaurant is suggested as a goal for a once in a lifetime food experience.
Italians and the future
To sum up there is a strong, embedded and enviable food
culture that honours and promotes the history, geography and skill of quality
food production and which generates an unprecedented number of unique,
fantastic products. Its value is passionately felt at all levels by Italians as
a source of regional and national pride. It’s possible that the rigidity which
has preserved these processes, skills and ideas about food could also stifle
creativity and innovation. This could be especially problematic given the
current socio-economic situation, Trump’s EU trade tariffs and the
environmental impacts of global warming on the conditions that allow some of
these products to be produced here. Each of these issues could be incredibly
damaging for the diversity and volume of production. However, it should be
remembered that Italians have been cultivating their produce in largely the
same way for centuries, despite numerous wars, the rise and fall of empires, occupations
and invasions, floods and droughts. It might be a different kind of challenge
but with passion for food being part of the Italian identity, I think they got
this.
*disclaimer: this article also includes suggestions, anecdotes and explanations repeated verbatim that may not have any bearing on reality and with which other Italians will strongly disagree.
References
‘Italian Unification’ (En.wikipedia.org, 2019) <https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Italian_unification#Background> accessed 29 November 2019