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Franco’s olive grove diary
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The alarm clock is going to ring any day now. With a near-perfect season so far, Franco has high hopes for this year's harvest. Everything plays out over the next few weeks, though, and the stakes are high.
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The ancient charm of the nativity scene
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As Christmas approaches, Italian families the world over are getting ready to unwrap the tiny, exquisite pieces that will be lovingly arranged around the Holy Family. Sounds easy? Ah, but it could take days to assemble a respectable nativity scene. And the result, many Italians claim, would put the most lavish Christmas tree to shame.
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The alarm clock is going to ring any day now. With a near-perfect season so far, Franco has high hopes for this year's harvest. Everything plays out over the next few weeks, though, and the stakes are high.
Weather forecasters have been trying to scare us all year, with dire predictions of drought and unprecedented summer heat more befitting of our African neighbours. We rather believed them, having enjoyed a blissfully mild winter and a stubbornly cloudless spring that made the usually foggy northern regions feel like Saint Tropez. Nature all over Italy refused to go to sleep as if they were afraid of missing some of the action - there were reports of wild animals that couldn't hibernate because of the warmth, and of deciduous plants that sprouted new leaves even before the old ones had been shed. And flowers bloomed a good couple of months ahead of time! Nothing good would come of such an unnatural state of things, that's for sure.
You know how sometimes things seem too good to be true. Wouldn't you wish all winters were balmy and ice-free? Well, in the end the doom-sayers were proved wrong. We enjoyed a very pleasant, although admittedly dry, spring followed by a rather fresh May and June. And, barring a few days of truly African heat, this past summer won't go down in the records for any particular reason. It was the usual mixed bag of sunshine and thunderstorms, long lazy afternoons and freshly laundered dawns.
Weatherwise this wasn't a very challenging year for Franco, although this is something that's easy to say in retrospect but not as obvious when everyone around is talking of coming disasters.
It must be said that Franco's philosophy of letting nature follow its course is wise in several ways, not the least of them being that it's soothing to the nerves (particularly when everything is going well after all). But in some dark corner of every farmer's mind lurks the ghost of the ancestral fear that disaster sooner or later is going to strike.
You know that olive trees are hardy, as plants born in the rocky, dry soils of the Mediterranean shores are bound to be. They don't mind drought too much and the only thing they really fear is a sharp frost - that would be fatal. At this time of year the real enemy is autumn, should it come shrouded in rain and damp. The olives Franco has been cosseting all year long need gentle sunshine to ripen slowly to just the perfect stage, neither too soft and oily nor still bitter-tasting and raw. Too much rain would spoil everything at this time, as Franco would have to make a difficult decision: harvest sooner to avoid mould, or risk waiting until the perfect degree of ripeness (or under-ripeness) is achieved.
Is that really so important, you might well ask. You bet it is. We want your new oil to be just as good as it could possibly be. Even better than last year's. We want it to be the best you can have. So keep your fingers crossed, as Franco is doing while he patrols his olive groves. Picture him reciting his favourite maxim "perfect oil comes from perfect olives" as he delicately prods the plump fruit to gauge their quality.
Picture Franco among his beloved trees, looking up at the sky. It's been such a good season so far, why should it act up now? You'll have the best olive oil you've ever had. Trust Franco. You'll have the best.

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You've never ordered our wonderful olive oil before and you'd like to know how it works? Then read on, and hopefully we'll have the pleasure of welcoming you into the selected ranks of our Pornanino friends. If you are an old hand have a look anyway: you might discover something new!
In the unlikely event that you came by this newsletter by chance and have never ordered (or tasted) our top grade first-cold-pressed extra virgin olive oil, then take our advice: it's time for you to take the leap and experience some of the best olive oil you can hope to find. And the time is right now.
Let us explain. In an ideal world olive oil should be the golden fluid that comes out of the crushed fruit of the olive tree. These days, with world demand hitting the ceiling, most of the stuff that's marketed as "first cold pressed extra virgin olive oil" is either inferior grade or not exactly what it claims to be. Which doesn't necessarily mean it will make you ill, unless you've come across a downright scam - and there are quite a few around. Quite simply, most commercial olive oil has been processed and refined to the point that it's no longer the precious gift from nature it's supposed to be. Imagine the difference between a canned orange drink and a freshly squeezed juice. It's not really the same, is it? And the taste is not the same, either.
Tradition teaches us that olive oil, the genuine article, is beneficial to our health in several ways, and modern science has confirmed it. Of course it won't do your waistline any good if you are not careful, like any other fat, but taken in moderation it will make your body happy. And your taste buds too! But it needs to be the genuine article, because the heat and chemicals used for industrial processing will spoil both the flavor and vitamins, even assuming that the quality of the olives it was made from was adequate.
Perfect oil comes from perfect olives. Franco started making oil as a hobby, having retired to a neglected estate in the heart of the Chianti region of Tuscany. And he soon vowed he would do things by the book, even if it cost more in terms of hard work and expenses. He doesn't use any chemicals and tends to his groves himself, with the help of his family. And when autumn comes, they harvest by hand and cold-press the olives themselves and bottle the oil within a few days, working non-stop to make sure that neither the olives nor the new oil are left lying around too long to oxidise - which is a nicer way of saying "spoil".
In Tuscany olives are usually harvested sometime in November and the "new oil" is greeted with much the same enthusiasm as a newborn. The proud possessors of a few olive trees (most of the population) take their crops to communal mills to crush and then discuss the merits of the vintage of the year against past years, as if it were wine. Unless it's been tampered with, natural olive oil will change over time. It starts peppery and sharp and stronger and then mellows as it matures. Just like vintage wine. If you pay attention, you'll see it changes colour slightly as the chlorophyll slowly subsides.
This is why we ship it out as soon as it's bottled. We like all of our friends to enjoy the thrill of the new oil as Italians have been doing for countless generations, savouring the green, earthy flavour of a juice so freshly squeezed that you can still faintly taste the sap. And we want you to be able to appreciate the subtle changes as it matures and mellows. Just treat it right: don't leave it exposed to air, sunlight and heat. Keep the bottle well corked up in a cool, dark place and use it up within 2 years. If you have some left don't throw it away, though, as all it will have lost is flavor and vitamins. Use it for frying instead.
Now you know why we usually ship our olive oil once a year, at the beginning of December - in time for Christmas. But this means you only have this one chance to order your yearly supply, as by January it might well be sold out! We have a tiny production since everything is done by hand, and we are very proud that the community of Pornanino olive oil lovers is growing all the time.
So please order your olive oil now, as we would really hate it if you couldn't get it later on. We've been working hard to give you some truly amazing olive oil this year. Don't you dare miss it!
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Good kids are supposed to ask politely, but can you blame them for going straight to the point? So make them happy. Just pop into the kitchen with our easy-as-pea olive oil recipes and give Santa a hand. Success is guaranteed!
You've had the good fortune (forgive us for saying so ourselves) of crossing the path of the Pornanino Extra Virgin Olive Oil, and you were lucky indeed since our production is really tiny and we only sell to friends through word of mouth. It would be in the spirit of Christmas if you were to share your secret with your nearest and dearest, don't you agree. We'd love to welcome them to our community of olive oil-loving gourmets!
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As Christmas approaches, Italian families the world over are getting ready to unwrap the tiny, exquisite pieces that will be lovingly arranged around the Holy Family. Sounds easy? Ah, but it could take days to assemble a respectable nativity scene. And the result, many Italians claim, would put the most lavish Christmas tree to shame.
Once upon a time, some three millen-nia ago, the Romans be-lieved that the souls of their ance-stors stuck around to lend their help in case of need. To make sure the dear departed were willing to cooperate, the Romans made little figurines and put them in domestic shrines as if to say "see, we remember you so please don't you forget us!"
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In her e-mail, our friend Jan Collins says she would like the recipe for "authentic" lasagne. Unfortunately Italians are an individualistic lot, and a deeply food-loving people to boot, which means that there are almost as many different versions of the best-loved dishes as there are cooks in Italy. I once made lasagne for some Roman friends, and they couldn't believe it was lasagne! In the south of Italy they make it all different, often layering the pasta sheets with small meatballs and hard-boiled eggs - which is something a Northern Italian cook would never do.
By almost universal consent, though, lasagne belong to the traditional cuisine of Emilia-Romagna, a northern Italian region famous all over the world for such delicacies as Parma ham, Parmesan cheese, meat-filled tortellini and a host of other wickedly rich and luscious dishes. Of course since Emilia is a gourmet's paradise, everyone used to have their own idea of how perfect lasagne should be and their own secret recipe for the most important part of the dish - the meat sauce Italians call ragù. It's basically a mix of veal and pork, with some sausage thrown in for extra flavor and to pile on calories (lasagne are supposed to be rich and definitely NOT low-fat). Some recipes call for a little tomato purée, some douse it with red wine or milk instead of the more common white wine. Most lasagne are finished off with creamy white sauce, although the traditional recipe from Emilia wouldn't actually call for it. Here's my personal recipe for lasagne - I hope you'll enjoy it!
Lasagne (serves 6)
6-9 ready-made egg pasta squares (lasagne) depending on size
1 ¼ pint milk
2 oz butter
2 tablespoons flour
Grated nutmeg
1 small carrot, finely chopped
1 celery stick (roughly double the weight of the carrot), finely chopped
1 medium-sized onion, finely chopped
2 bay leaves
11 oz ground meat
5 oz fresh sausage (salsiccia)
½ cup grated Parmesan cheese
1 tablespoon tomato purée
A few dried porcini mushrooms (optional)
2 oz dry white wine
Salt and freshly ground pepper
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