Sunday Cantuccini in Tuscany

So… this is what you do on a Sunday in Tuscany. Because… well, just because you can. And it’s dead simple. And so much fun!!!
Victor took these out to our new neighbor, along with a caffe. Instant friends, I’m guessing. Huge props to him for reaching out.

If you’ve never made these, try it, right now! This recipe is really, really forgiving. Add what you like in terms of flavor combinations. Go crazy!

The finished product

The Recipe

  • Ingredients
    • 1,1 pounds (lb) – 500 gr of all-purpose flour
    • Dash salt
    • 21.87 oz (0,77 lb) – 350 gr of sugar (less if you like it less sweet)
    • 7 oz – 200 gr of peeled toasted hazelnuts
    • 1 tbsp fennel seeds
    • 4 eggs
    • 100 gr of butter
    • 1 orange
    • 1 sachet of vanilla
  • Process
    Spread the flour on a pastry board, and make a well: add the eggs, sugar, hazelnuts, soft butter, grated orange peel, and vanilla (and any other flavorings, like the fennel seeds). Start combining from the center towards the outside, working in the flour a little at a time, incorporating all the ingredients well and forming a dough. It will likely need more flour: add as needed to get a dough consistency you can work with.
Channeling the nonne

Divide the dough into small balls of about 1 cup/150 gr each. Or make your big ball of dough and cut into 4 pieces.

Form regular logs; lay them on a baking sheet lined with baking paper. Brush with a little egg yolk (optional) and bake at 160° C for 20-25 minutes. 

Ready for the oven

Remove from the oven and leave to rest for a few minutes and then cut the biscuits with a knife. 

Cut on the diagonal

Put them back in the pan and toast them 5 minutes on each side at 180 ° C.
Optional: sprinkle with sugar.
Enjoy with a lovely glass of vin santo (the traditional) or espresso (in case, like us, you can’t wait for evening dessert)! 

* I did adjust for my own tastes. Base recipe courtesy of Vita Italia and Samantha Wilson. Sorry, don’t recall the chef name but will find out to give proper credit.

In Italy… Alla casa, finalmente!

We’re driven to the Zagreb airport and treated to a Croatian tour / history lesson by our shuttle driver who seems to be the unofficial Croatian ambassador. He’s adorable and charming, with smiling, animated eyes that peer at me from the rear-view mirror as he regales us with tales of his country.

The Zagreb airport is so deserted, we honestly wonder if it’s been closed. Not a single car at the front drive. NOT. ONE! Not much better inside. The good news is, NO lines for check-in or security. We grab a quick sandwich, washed down with a (surprisingly good) Croatian red wine for me and a Heineken for V. The flight is sparsely populated as well, and before we know it, we arrive in Munich.

In the Munich airport, we encounter only the most minor of obstacles when the very German customs officer inquires as to our reason for continuing to Italy. We were prepared! Domicile, I repeat; Carlotta has advised that this is on the list of approved reasons for entry. Do we have an email, or a receipt, or an agreement of some kind? Why yes, in fact, we do! I produce not one but two copies of our (unexecuted!) lease, procured thanks to the combined efforts of our little multinational village: Sally, who threw together a basic lease before heading to the hospital (in Scotland!), Carlotta, who found us a simple one-page version in Italian, and Derek, who printed them both out for us in Croatia, before we left. English is better for me, he smiled. Great, a connection (in hindsight, I wondered if it was my “In love we connect” mask?); he peruses it, hands it back with a friendlier nod than his original greeting, and off we go into another deserted airport, before boarding yet another deserted (aka socially-distanced!) flight.

Finally, we survive a bumpy landing in Florence, and are greeted at the ariport and then driven to our little mountain paradise of Vico Pancellorum, by our dear friends Sam & Carlotta. They brought a stunning little wine — a Moscone Nocciolino, which we share with new neighbor Grahame, a toast to our successful arrival, before turning in for a much-needed good night’s sleep. Finally at home. Good night, Vico!

Our Entry, Step 1: Croatia, the FOOD

The first step in our plot to get to our Italian paradise was to stop off in Croatia, where we met our friend Derek, the consummate host. The food was amazingly good, as was the wine!