Day 2: Cacciatore e Nuovi Amici

I awake with a start. img_9284

The air is punctuated by the sounds of insistent dogs, trying desperately to alert someone… anyone, I think. But no one is listening. Suddenly, a single chime from the bell tower, and they are silenced.

Then the bells begin their lovely little tune, albeit slightly off key. They could stand a calibration. This sets the dogs off again. And just after, a shot rings out. And I realize that it’s le cacciatore, hard at work on a Sunday morning. Illusions – shattered.

Well, at least the view is fabulous!

As it’s domenica (Sunday) and almost everything is chiusa, we wander down to the little tiny alimentari in the little tiny borgo, where Roselle is the game proprietress, welcoming all of us stranieri to her little haven. She charms us with her warm smile, her slow Italian that we can pretty much understand, and of course, il cibo – the oasis in the food desert on this bleak Sunday. We choose the produce that looks the freshest among the lot: zucchine and the usual suspects in Italian cooking – onions, garlic, capers, and her locally produced olive oil, which she proudly presents to us in an emptied plastic soda bottle.

We also meet a couple of the other longer-term temporary residents – one from Sweden, the other an American who’s been living in Paris. The latter is Teresa, who promptly invites us to her place for a drink, but we have already made plans with a couple of the permanent resident locals to come to us for a quick visit, so it’s decided that Teresa will just join us.

Then back to the casa for a quick nap before Teresa comes for a drink, and we hear from the other friends that they cannot make it. So we extend drinks into dinner, which we make up on the spot: Tagliatelle con pomodori, cipolle e aglio di olio. And a side of zucchine with more garlic. Teresa contributes her amazing and very addictive salad to the dinner – the freshest cicoria, with her candied fennel and a light, tasty dressing. And more wine ensues.

We find that we have much in common, not the least of which is that she also is a vegetarian, and also wants to move to Italy and teach veggie / vegan cooking lessons! We decide it’s Il Destino that we’ve met and we decide we must make plans  to support each other’s visions!

So much for trying to “lean vegan…”

Today, Victor had a craving, and I was the lucky beneficiary!  😛 Although he’s thwarting my attempts to lean into being vegan.

Sunday's Late Lunch

Sunday’s Late Lunch

While at Alon’s to get cheese for Monday’s potluck, he developed a hankering for a grilled cheese sandwich and homemade potato chips. So he grabbed a beautiful loaf of focaccia, came home and got to work. First he started the chips, shaving the potatoes paper-thin on the mandoline. Wish I’d snapped a photo during the process, as there were these gorgeous, delicate slices piled atop the cookie sheets waiting to be tossed into the oil. He fried them to a crisp, and hit them with just a whisper of smoked applewood salt. And into the iron skillet went the focaccia, piled high with cheese and topped with fresh raw sweet onions, then pressed flat and grilled stovetop. After that, the sammie went into the oven to get more golden and delicious, cheese oozing out ever so slightly.

Feeling the need to have a little green to pretend I was making it healthier, I added a little arugula and sorrel to mine, along with a drizzle of truffle oil, ala Toscano & Sons‘ famous Giovanna. The gooey cheese nestled happily between the focaccia sheets and the greens added a nice little pop of lemony, peppery freshness to the sweet onion and salty, luscious cheese. I thought the focaccia was a great choice, as it didn’t get too crunchy as some breads can tend to do, and it gives way, allowing easier biting and melding of the flavors of the rosemary-scented bread into the rest of that yumminess!

The potato chips were truly the star of the plate: little lacey, almost see-through slices of comfort that melted almost the minute they hit the tongue, although with such a nice satisfying little crunch. Lighter than air, they were. So that even after consuming a crazy big pile of them, you feel like you just had a virtuous meal. And you did. Or I did. Yum.

What’s for dinner, honey?!

Okra Season!!!

Now, I’m the first to admit, okra isn’t always my favorite. Having grown up in the south, I had my share of disgusting boiled okra, so slimy that my dad claimed he didn’t eat it (or oysters) because, in his words: “I don’t like anything in my mouth I don’t have control over.”

That said, in the last few years, I’ve been treated to a whole different view of okra, thankfully, one that involves delicate and sophisticated preparation that bears no resemblance to that gelatinous mush of my youth. Victor made fried okra for me last year that had a beautiful light breading of Indian spices – coriander, fennel and cardamom – that I still get cravings for. True enough, I love all of those spices so it might be the spice mixture, but also, it rendered the okra crispy and succulent, and made it the perfect carrier for those spices, maybe even enhancing them with its earthy, nutty flavor.

Okra seemed to be the star produce of the week. At the Morningside Farmers’ Market on Saturday, the demo was by the Cooks’ Warehouse: Curried Okra and Okra Cakes by Gloria Smiley, with tsatsiki sauce. And at the Freedom Farmers’ Market, chef Jason Zygmont, of Athens restaurant Five and Ten, also worked with okra, making a delectable roasted okra with blackberries!!! Yes, you read that right: blackberries. So luscious, and transformative to both the okra and the fruit. And I brought it home to share with Victor, so it was cold by the time we had it, and it didn’t suffer a bit for it. I had bought okra from Crystal Organic Farm, and also from D&A, and thought it’s providence. Definitely an okra night for potluck.

So, with Victor’s fried okra from last year dancing in my head, I set out to make the okra cakes but infuse them with that sweet heady spice mixture. I can never leave well-enough alone, plus I’m a tad bit indecisive, and that curried okra sounded good too. The result? Indian spiced okra cakes, made with our very local Lovebird Eggs (so local, they’re across the street!). They were insanely easy to make, and just yummy. And to accompany, instead of the traditional tsatsiki the recipe called for, I decided to try and make something akin to that, but without the dairy, since I didn’t have yogurt anyway, and didn’t feel like getting out to get any. Plus, I’ve been trying to lean vegan, so I’m working to veganize as many recipes as possible, just to get some practice in. I had gotten some soy yogurt, but it was a little sweet, so I added garlic and salt, in addition to the requisite cucumber – amazing lemon cucumbers were what I had on hand, and I’m in love with these! But it still needed something, so I looked around for something else creamy but savory: avocado! That did the trick. It was just the right mix, and I had enough left to dip into the rest of the week, a little at a time!

Here’s the rest of the line-up:

  • Assorted cheeses (of course) courtesy of Victor
  • Blueberry conserve from garden wild blueberries (Marcia)
  • Raw Squash blossoms stuffed with cashew cheese with semi-dried pomodorini (me again. told you I had time on my hands!)
  • Spaghetti squash tossed with pesto (Ellen & James)
  • Lime, thai basil and ginger granita (Cornelia)
  • Eggplant, okra, tomato and corn casserole (Sam)
  • Salad of grapes, tomatoes, blue cheese, peaches, and pecans with mango vinaigrette, on a bed of romaine (Tina)
  • Lemon risotto with squash, zucchini, beans, and pecorino cheese (Dayle)
  • Quinoa, zucchini, fennel, green apple, cilantro toss (Christine)
  • Roadkill Melon w tomato, cucumber, parley and pinenuts (Harriet – more on the roadkill below*)
  • Cucumber, sour cream and dill salad (Colleen & Gene)
  • Caprese salad (Colleen & Gene)
  • Steamed kale w onions (Judy & David)
  • Indian-spiced okra cakes

* Harriet had a watermelon growing in her garden, and had been watching it for a while, waiting for it to get just ripe enough. It was getting pretty big… and then it disappeared! She thought some critter had absconded with it and was cursing it for making off with her prize. But then, she found the real culprit – the melon itself! It had gotten so large and heavy that it dropped off the plant, and then proceeded to roll down her very steep driveway into the road (Lindbergh Drive, a well-travelled thoroughfare), where it became… well, roadkill! Harriet found the carcass and discovered that there was a good chunk still intact. She fought off the ants to salvage just enough to incorporate into the salad!

It always amazes us how well the dinner all comes together, with no planning or coordination on anyone’s part! And because we all shop locally at our farmers’ markets, there’s frequently overlap in the ingredients, but rarely in the preparation, which makes for a really wonderful opportunity to compare and contrast dishes, and to garner inspiration for next time.

We should start cataloging the wines people bring as well. I paired the okra cakes with a lovely rosé we got from Highland Wines.