Carnevale and an Exhibition

Carnevale

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.

Lunch in the Mercato Delle erbe – Polpette e Crescentine

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.  

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.

AGAIN and AGAIN and AGAIN and – MamBO temporary exhibition

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.

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.

Porretta Terme and La Scola

The Hills of Bologna

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.

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.

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.

Bologna Art Week

What is art week?

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.

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

Culture Shock Part 1: Italians and food – what we know so far…

Introduction

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.

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.

“Carbonara is not an opinion”

Massimo (Italians mad at food)
Carbonara

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.

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

Getting the Job (done)

When thinking about what would happen work wise in Italy our assumption was that Al would easily find work as he has a trade and useable skills that are not solely reliant on language. Everyone is always desperate to get hold of good chefs because the work is hard, the hours long and anti-social, and many people don’t stay in the industry for long. Our concern was about what I would do given my skills rely almost totally on my ability to communicate, in English, and I do not have anything like the comparable level of Italian. In the event both Al and I managed to get jobs quite quickly, however both of our interview experiences were quite different.  

It’s unfortunate that in an interview sometimes things can seem so black and white.

Gisele Bundchen
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Al’s interviews

Al’s first interview was at an out of town hotel which specialises in conferences and weddings. Al had been applying for jobs in Italy before we left and although we had only been in the country for three weeks we were a bit surprised to have had no responses at all. He had sent emails to many places and trekked across Bologna to personally deliver his CV to a couple of others he thought would be good to work at. This was the first response he had so although the Hotel did not look all that great, and the cooking not really his thing, he drove out to it with a great deal of  concern about his level of Italian and how it would stand up in an interview.

Two facing pages of an Italian textbook
Italian textbook

When he arrived at the Hotel and went to reception, he discovered that the person interviewing him was a manager not the chef. Not something he was used to, but it is a different country so who knows what else is different, perhaps the chef would join the meeting. The previous candidate told Al to go through and he met the manager who did not get up from her desk to greet him or shake hands. Most of the exchange was completed in Italian, but from the beginning it was clear that the manager had deep suspicions about the idea of a British Chef. Her interview style can best be described as adversarial. She wanted to know why he was in Italy and why he could not get a job in England. He told her that he could get a job in the UK but wanted to learn Italian cooking. This incensed her more. They needed a chef who could already cook not one that needed training. He told her that he was a qualified chef with 10 years of experience. She wanted to know what he could cook, for him to actually describe all the things he can cook, the ingredients used and the methods deployed. She delighted in telling him that she had eaten in Italian restaurants in England many times and they were all bad. As Al began to lose his temper and if you know him you know that this is a fairly slow burn, the Italian slipped and he spoke more English to express his anger and frustration. He left the interview confident that even if he had somehow miraculously got the job, he didn’t want it. We are still not sure why he was invited to interview in the first place, unless she wanted to see a British chef with her own eyes or just used arguing with potential candidates as a stress reliever.

The tall sign at the entrance to the FICO building, with FICO on it. Al is in the foreground walking on the crossing towards the sign and entrance
Al delivering CVs to all the restaurants in FICO

So, it was with a natural increase in trepidation and concern that he set out for his second interview. He had been invited to attend the interview at FICO, which I have talked about in the Stuff and Things post. It is a “food centric theme park featuring eateries, pop-stores, demonstrations & hands-on exhibits” (Google search result for FICO, 2019). This invitation followed a weekend where he had handed out CVs at every restaurant on site. He met with the co-owner of the restaurant and discovered it was the sister restaurant of another, Michelin starred, restaurant in Rimini. The Head Chef joined them when he could, service permitting. The interview was conducted largely in Italian and about 15 minutes in Al was offered the role. English was only used when they were talking about contract specifics as it turned out the owner lived in London for a couple of years and spoke excellent English, but thought Al was doing so well in Italian that there was no need to interrupt him! The Chef at the restaurant does not speak English and the fact that he was able to do the interview in Italian helped him get the job. He has been working in an Italian kitchen where none of the Kitchen Staff speak English (the waiting staff speak good English) for 5 months now and has learned a lot in both cooking and language terms.

One of the argricultural zones at FICO

Jennie’s interviews

As I mentioned previously, when we told people we met here that I was not sure what I would do for a job, it seemed to them obvious to them that I would be an English language teacher.  I have no experience of teaching, but as a native speaker with a degree the feeling seemed to be that it was natural I would do this and so I enrolled in the on-line Teaching English as a Foreign Language (TEFL) course and set about researching English schools in Bologna.

When you are trying to get a job in a new field obviously you must tailor your CV to bring out the relevant experience and remove anything irrelevant. I have designed and run multiple training courses and workshops and presented on complex topics many times so I was able to draw those elements out, as well as working with and managing teams which were located in different countries and for whom English was not their first language. However, it was hard for me to remove my other achievements which were hard won with some of them leaving (metaphorical) scars. Ultimately, they would mean nothing to someone looking for an English language teacher. Just because I had removed them from my CV didn’t mean that they had not been achieved nor that they would not make a reappearance on a future CV. I pacified myself that if I was able to shoehorn one or two of them into any competency-based questions or examples in an interview then great, but otherwise it was time to let it go.

I sent CVs to the top English language schools in Bologna and two weeks later I received a call from one of them to come in for a chat.  English Language Schools are looking to assess your level of English and your ability to communicate clearly so my phone calls and interviews were in English, which is handy for me. I received the call to the second English school a week later. Both of my first interviews were at the Bologna branches of two different nationwide English Language school for adults and had a number of similarities. For both I was super careful not to make it sound as though I thought that because I had provided training and had other educational related experience, I would automatically be able to teach. They both agreed that the skills I had picked out in my CV were transferable and would be useful for me as a teacher. They thought that having me teach English at a business client’s might be the best fit. They had other people to interview so they would let me know if I was going to go onto the next phase of recruitment. Initially I thought they went quite well, but obviously both times I got back to the Air B&B I had convinced myself I had stuffed them up however, both schools invited me for a second interview.

Via Pratello in Bologna full of people celebrating Liberation day. In the picture is a home made banner specifying the liberation from fascism
We found time to celebrate Liberation day

There were also a few differences in the interviews at the two schools. While the first interview at the first school was over in fifteen minutes, I found the Programme manager at the second school much easier to talk to and the interview took longer but mainly because we were talking about Trump and music. The two schools also diverged in the later stages of their recruitment processes. I don’t know how regularly English speakers blow into Bologna looking for work, but certainly often enough for some healthy competition.

At the first school, during the second interview, they invited me to come back and to do an example lesson. This was the first I had heard of this kind of thing, but apparently, it is quite common in education. This does make sense but given that I had confessed to having no experience, had 2 weeks of the professional online course under my belt and had checked that the school provided both full training and lessons plans, I was a bit flummoxed. They wanted a 15 minute lesson on “anything I liked” and their staff would “play” my students. I am not a gifted actress. While I have no issue delivering training, running workshops or presenting, this is because I am an expert in what I am training or presenting. I felt that delivering a class I had made up, with no experience to two people pretending to be foreign students, was a performance. I must admit, I even curtseyed at the end glad to have survived it. I left the example lesson feeling confident with the good feedback I received, but once again by the time I had walked home I was full of “shoulda, woulda, coulda”.

I bravely managed to continue eating between interviews

For the second interview at the second school I was not alone. Another candidate called April was there and this was also her second interview. The Programme leader was quick to say his school did not do Example lessons. He would provide training on how the English language course worked and then we would discuss the next steps of recruitment. He told us that he had two roles available, but that he had more people coming in for interview. He was hoping to set up one larger training course so we could all do it together, presumably as part of the selection process. When he stepped out of the room, I introduced myself to April and we had a chat. It turned out she had done an example lesson at the first school on the same day as me but, had already been told she had not been successful. At the end of the interview April and I exchanged phone numbers so we could swap tips about the job and living in Italy generally with each other.

I don’t know if there were ever any other candidates or not, but on the scheduled training session it was only April and I. We learned all about the levels and the course material. We observed different lesson types and I was not sure when the training would end and the getting paid for our time would start. At the end of every training session there was another training session scheduled and we didn’t know if we were even going to get the job at the end of the training. Finally, when we were being told about yet another training session I just came out and asked when we would know if we had the job? It turned out we both had the job provided we successfully delivered an hour-long class, with real students, while being observed! We had a weekend to prepare and I opted to go first because my nerves did not need more time to undermine me.

We also managed another move

During the lesson the Programme Director and the Centre Director observed from behind a class divider screen, which meant I couldn’t get Shakespeare’s line “…behind the arras.” out of my head through the whole thing. I had a great student and the feedback I received was very positive indeed so I went home to await my first week’s classes (5 hours the first week and rising until the end of the month). I am not going to go into the many weird vagaries of Italian contracts, partly because it is really boring and partly because I am not sure I understand. Anyway, I had it, a contract for a job in a completely new field!

Post script

On the first day of work April and I were due to be teaching at slightly different times so the Programme Director could be on hand. When I arrived he asked if I had heard from her, and I hadn’t. Apparently, she had messaged him to say she had to return to the UK immediately. I sent a message wishing her well and asking if there was anything I could do to help and have not yet had a reply. There are an infinite number of things that could have happened ranging from the mundane to the sinister and I will probably never know which. I would just like to say wherever you are out there April, I hope everything is ok?

A close up of a cocktail in a tumbler, in the back ground is another cocktail in a martini style glass and a plate of snacks
A little drink to celebrate

Under Pressure – The Truth About Stress

“The greatest weapon against stress is our ability to choose one thought over another,”

William James

One of the reasons Al and I decided to make this change was because we were both suffering with stress. Al from the stress of being a Chef and partner in a business and me from working in a management role in Information Security for an American bank. Our jobs were very stressful and meant that we had different days off and usually only saw each other for about an hour at the end of the day, when we would eat and catch up. We both spent a lot of time trying to ensure the other one was ok and had what they needed to get through, supporting each other during various moments of crisis, such as when I was being bullied by my boss or when Al worked every single day for 3 months. It was hard and we were tired.

I was approaching 42 with a decision to make whether to push myself for a promotion at work that would have meant even more stress or walk away. While we still had a plan to start our own business, we were too tired and strung out to know exactly what the business would look like or where we would base it. We had a lot of ideas, but no concrete plan. It still seemed like a pipe dream, a carrot to get us past all the sticks.

Like many people Al and I always want to be the best at what we do. We work hard and put all our efforts into what we are doing and we both thrive on a certain level of stress. I know that at work being able to stay calm and rational during a stressful incident or situation and being able to pull everything together to get through it successfully is not only something that I was able to do well, but something I actually enjoyed and in professional cookery a busy service is similar, so in many ways we are our own worst enemies. However there comes a level of on-going stress and anxiety, where you do not feel in control of it and do not know if you will be able to get through it, never mind successfully and that is very damaging. At various points we have both had prolonged periods of this kind of stress.

As chronic stress heads and anxious people with a healthy dose of imposter syndrome, we had tried many self-help solutions, with meditation, breathing exercises and Cognitive Behavioural therapy becoming occasional but regular parts of our lives, however we recognised that the only lasting solution was to change our lives. What we decided to do, potentially symptomatic of the people we are, was to quit our jobs, rent out our house and move to another country, with another language and to see how we got on. The idea was to change so much that we could focus on what really mattered to us and what we really wanted.

What became apparent quite quickly is that we found other things to stress about. On the drive through France, we stressed about keeping to our timetable and driving on the other side of the road. When we arrived we stressed about our broken down van. Then Al stressed about not finding a job in the first 3 weeks we were here, we both stressed about our level of Italian. We stressed about not being the best at language school.  I stressed about how I would be able to get a job, we stressed (and still stress) about not having an apartment. We stressed about having to move all the time. As each stress was resolved, we found new things stressing us out. At one point I had a panic attack about having periodontitis because I was convinced my gums were receding. We had made real change but we were still stressed!

The truth is, so far as I have observed, that while work and other things can put you under stress and put you in stressful situations, you can also get dependent on the stress. Dependent on the adrenaline flooding through your body when you are managing a difficult situation and then the escalation to panic when you don’t feel in control and don’t know if the outcome will be successful. When you cut off the source, if you do not deal with your own responses to stress, you can start to generate the stress yourself. It’s like your body craves the feeling of the response. You stress about things that would otherwise bounce off you. Your body is like “What happened to all my stress hormones man, I need that shit to function.” You find yourself in a cold sweat because you can’t remember the Italian word for the thing in your dream, which when you really concentrate on it, was not a real thing anyway. You have built yourself for stress. Your systems are optimised for cortisol and then you turned off the tap.

Often children stress about things and we think, ah bless them, they think they are stressed but this is not really a problem. I think this is wrong, the stress is the same, it is relative, but this is our first opportunity to teach them how to deal with it in a healthy way. I do not pretend that I have conquered my stress or that I can point you in the direction of a cure. What I can tell you is that when you take yourself out of a stressful situation you take yourself and your existing response with you. You need to think about how you can manage your stress better so that when you are in genuinely difficult situations you are more resilient and have healthier responses. As I have learned this is not as simple as removing a specific stress stimuli, although this is helpful in the short term, it is about facing your problematic responses and identifying a better way for you to respond.

When you are busy and your body has stepped up its stress response, the temptation is to put your head down and “get through it”. This often means you will not sleep properly because your thought patterns will be in cyclical phase so you constantly obsess about the same worry or comment you made or how you will deal with tomorrow etc. The lack of sleep will mean you are more likely to make mistakes or take something personally or feel like you are not doing a good job. Your brain will reward you by negative thinking about you and your situation. You are going to be found out, you don’t have the skills, you are rubbish because you are tired, you are rubbish because you’re rubbish. You will be sacked, everyone knows you are rubbish, everyone hates you. Why did you think that you would be able to do this etc.? Situations are blown out of all proportion and you are not able to think clearly and logically.

Something which is completely counterintuitive to the “head down, get through it” urge, which I think is natural and culturally persistent, is to breathe and step back. . There is a reason why all the advice is about deep breathing and walking away to get perspective. When I realised that I was essentially having a panic attack about a non-existent problem with my gums, I knew it was about my body’s cold turkey of other stress, but and I can’t emphasise this enough, it did not make any difference to how I felt. The panic was real, the feeling was real. When I looked into the mirror I saw receding gums. I had to find a way to address it that my mind would find acceptable. I tried to be rational about it and I found an English speaking dentist on line, made an appointment and he was indeed able to re-assure me. It seems simple, but it took me weeks of stress to do it, and truth be told Al phoned the dentist for me.  This stress/panic cycle was ended, but I knew that it would be replaced by something else if I did not use the time now available to tackle the response to stress which I had spent years building and reinforcing with my behaviours.

Don’t get me wrong, I am in no way sorry about the decisions I have made in relation to this. I haven’t thought, well if I’m going to be stressed I might was well be stressed doing something I know well that pays better. Life is too short to be in a career you hate or working a job that you don’t like, because you are afraid to leave or scared by the uncertainty and insecurity that would bring, but changing it is only the first step. When you leave you have to take you with you, so you need to step back and really identify what the issues are for you,  listen to what you need to change and be prepared to take those steps, including ones you could not have imagined when you set out.

However, the realisation that I was stressing partly because I wasn’t being stressed by work, was a revelation. When I voiced this to Al, he agreed. Our bodies were so primed for stress that they were essentially having to generate it. We were able to step back and consider our successes and what we had achieved given the gamble we had taken. Now we make an effort to regularly recap on how well we are progressing and what we have managed to achieve, as well as if there are any learning points we can take away from things that have not gone as well as we would have liked. We actually make time to stop and to discuss this with each other to prevent any build up of negative thinking and self-doubt. We take the time to be grateful about what we have. We stop and ask ourselves why we are getting emotional about things that are beyond our control and ask ourselves if they really matter.

We have started with lower level jobs and still have to remind ourselves that we are not being held responsible for the overall success of our organisations, only the parts we directly impact, but we are learning how to recognise the old responses, to step back from them and find another way. I do Yoga most days which I find really helpful after sitting cooped up at a desk with a stooped back for too many years. I also find the focus on breathing and being present very useful in helping my sub-conscious process things while my conscious mind is busy. Like many people I find meditation useful, but I struggle to fit it in everyday, although I am working on it. Although I am in a less stressful job I am building my resilience so when we are in the situation where we are ready to take on our own business, which will be very stressful, I don’t fall into the old patterns and negative behaviours which have impacted on my health and confidence.

As I said this is only my observation but if it resonates with you, I hope you will find it useful and remember it’s not ok for people or organisations to put you under stress or into stressful situations but to take heart from the knowledge that you can control your response.

“It’s not what happens to you, but how you react to it that matters.”

Epictetus