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Thursday, February 2, 2012

Citrus and the Cosa Nostra

What industry do you think the mafia took up in the early days to establish authority and to  incite terror? Drugs. Sanitation. Concrete. No, it was the lemon industry.  Stunning but true. John Dickie writes eloquently about how the mafia's methods "were honed during a period of rapid growth in the citrus industry. Lemons had first become prized as an export crop in the late 1700s. Then a long citrus fruit boom in the mid-nineteenth century thickened Sicily's dark green hem" ( 26). One of the first targets of mafia violence and one of our first sources of testimony was offered by respected surgeon, Dr. Gaspare  Galati. While he was not the first to be terrorized by the mafia, he was among the first to leave a written account of the terror they inflicted on his family.


I won't go on  about the violence and extortion mafiosi used to stake out territory and terrorize owners of  citrus groves to abandon their property. What I feel compelled to go on about, to figure out, is the serendipitous link between my encounter with this history and my recent appetite for making marmalade and mixing up all things citrus. Last night I made five pints of a rich amber colored three-citrus marmalade inspired by Eugenia Bone. And then I thought I would improvise with the applepears I had on hand and made a spiced  apple-pear/Meyer lemon marmalade which had all the rich, amber qualities of three-citrus batch, but with a bit more zing. Photos and recipes follow... but I'm left thinking about the link here between the mafia and lemons- citrus groves and extortion. Listen to Eugenia Bone's story last year... and her turn to this rich 'tri-fecta' marmalade that is both bitter and sweet and inspires trust in the future - and inspires the psychic work of composing an  archive of memories. 

                                              
"When the house next door (which has been vacant for a year) goes up in flames in the wee hours of the morning, it’s pretty scary.  When your own kitchen fills with smoke because flames are bursting from the kitchen windows next door, it’s really scary. Like round-up-the-pets-and-pack-up-your-valuables scary. Like pray- to-all-higher-powers-that-an-ember-does-not-jump-onto-your-roof scary. I’ve never in my life felt my heart pound so hard inside my chest. I can still feel an echo of that pounding.
And I am extremely grateful. I am grateful for the roof over my head. More now than ever in my life. I am grateful that I am constantly surrounded by family and friends. I am grateful for my cats and my dog, who make me smile and feel safe when I sleep at night. I am grateful for my life. I am grateful to be here.
I’m also grateful for this marmalade, which for a couple of hours helped to take my mind off all the craziness that has been swirling around the past few days.   It’s a three citrus marmalade made of blood orange, pink grapefruit, and Meyer lemon, a sort of citrus trifecta if I do say so myself. This is everything I was dreaming of when this marmalade mission began – it has a very pronounced citrus flavor, a nice sticky consistency, and is just a tiny bit  bitter. Plus, it’s absolutely gorgeous. You’ll be grateful to have it to put on your toast in the morning."
three citrus marmalade
adapted from Well Preserved by Eugenia Bone
makes 4 or 5 half-pints
4 organic blood oranges *
2 organic Meyer lemons *
1 organic pink grapefruit *
5 cups sugar **
1/2 teaspoon unsalted butter
*Feel free to change the ratio of citrus to your liking.
** The amount of sugar used is dependent on the amount of pulp your fruit yields.
Peel the skin from the blood oranges with a pairing knife. Cut the rinds into matchstick-size pieces. Place peels in a large pot and cover with 4 cups o water. Set aside.
Grate the zest from the grapefruit and lemons and add to the pot with the orange peels. Cook over medium heat until the rinds are tender, about 25 minutes. Do not drain.
Meanwhile, remove any excess pith from the reserved fruit. Cut the fruit in half along the equator and remove seeds with a pairing knife. Over a medium bowl, separate the sections of the fruit and squeeze the juice from the pulp. You can also use kitchen shears to assist with this process. Alternately, you can place all of the fruit into the bowl of a food processor and grind to a chunky pulp.
Measure the pulp and then add to the pot of cooled rinds. Let the mixture rest for 2 hours, covered in a cool place or the refrigerator.
Add an equal amount of sugar to the pulp and rinds. Add the butter. Cook over medium-low heat for about 30 minutes. When the temperature reaches 220°F on a candy thermometer, the marmalade is ready.
While your marmalade is cooking, fill your canner with a rack and bring water to a boil. Sterilize 4 or 5 half-pint jars in boiling water for 10 minutes. Remove the jars with tongs. Simmer the lids in a small lot of of hot water.
When the jars are dry but still hot, pour in the marmalade, leaving 1/2 to 3/4- inch of headspace at the top of each jar.  Wipe the rims, set on the lids, and screw on the bands to fingertip tight.
Place the jars in the canner. Make sure there is at least 3-inches of water above the jars. Boil over high heat for 10 minutes. Turn of the heat and let rest for 5 minutes. Remove the jars from the canner . Allow the jars to sit, undisturbed, for 4 to 6 hours. You will hear a popping  noise as the vacuum is created in the jars. Store in a cool, dark place or up to 1 year. Refrigerate after opening.

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Sfincia and the Feast of San Giuseppe


Lingering in any Italian recipe are stories about saints, wars, sacraments and family battles over taste. On an afternoon walk in Palermo last March, I took a detour past the Norman Palace to the edge of the city and found the understated  Pasticceria  Cappello owned by Salvatore Cappello,  one of  Sicily’s pastry-making gurus. There I tasted the best variation of my grandmother’s rum-soaked Neopolitan  Zeppole  – the Sfincia. The Zeppole I remember were sometimes soaked in liquor, sometimes not, but always filled with tiny Nestle chocolate chips and sugar folded into Polly-O ricotta. The flavor of Cappello's Sfincia was different -  simple yet distractingly delicious. The spongy pastry tasted faintly of egg custard, and there were chunks of bittersweet chocolate that Cappello  brings home from regular travels to Central America and Madagascar. I left the bakery with my eyes open to the feast of San Giuseppe. 
 Yes, this was the pastry of the moment given that it was March 18 – the day before the feast of Saint Giuseppe, the patron saint of craftsmen and pastry chefs. This feast bumps up against the end of Lent- a period of fasting in the Catholic  church - and the spring solstice.  On the evening of the 18th, the neighborhood where I was staying a few blocks from the Capo market was lit up with bonfires. Old furniture and junk were set aflame to honor St. Joseph and symbolically burn away the misery of the past year in the name of a new season. On the morning of the 19th, large alters and tables were built outside the city’s churches. Neighbors heap the tables with fried artichokes and zucchini, chicken cutlets, bread and pastries. The Sfincia, capped with candied fruit, crushed pistachios and rich ricotta cream, adorned the banquet tables like byzantine jewels.
The traditional ingredients for sfincia are at their peak of perfection in Italy’s most glorious south. There is nothing complicated about the ingredients used for sfincia - except   in Sicily, the sheep’s ricotta is fresh and the oranges and crushed pistachios are ripe off the trees. 
At Pasticiere Cappello, Salvatore is appreciated for mixing tradition with his passion for all things chocolate (http://www.pasticceriacappello.it/). In
his Sfinci di Cappello, you’ll find large eclairs filled to the rim with fresh ricotta cream, chunks of elegant dark chocolate, candied orange and pine nuts.   http://www.countrykitchensa.com/whatshot/dusting_powders.aspx

In Palermo, the expression, “moddu comu na’ sfingia” translates, initially and innocently enough to “soft like a Sfincia” meaning gentle and compassionate, but at the same time, the expression implies an absence of  strength or determination, referencing the softness of this incredibly delicate pastry, which really is a fritter after all. The key to making Sfincia is that it must be constructed in layers and never over stuffed. The Sfincione demands restraint and patience, but isn’t hard to make – it’s a bit like a fried cream puff or éclair.  And, while there’s more than one way to fill a Sfincia - competing traditions include stuffing them with cheese and tomatoes, meats, salted anchovies, honey, onions, artichokes or chickpeas  -  in Palermo, it’s the soft ricotta cream drizzled with honey that compels even the most hard-hearted to turn ‘soft’   – “moddu comu na’ sfingia.”   

Berlusconi's legacy

Notes on contemporary Italy...
 "Io l'unico boss virile" (Silvio Berlusconi)
     
A young Berlusconi with his first wife, Carla
     On March 14, 2010, The Sunday Times reported that the Italian Prime Minister, Silvio Berlusconi had sought protection from the mafia in 1974, a period when Italy was plagued by high-profile kidnappings. In exchange for safety, Berlusconi gave his word to mafia boss Stefano Bontade that he was “at his disposal for anything.”  Covering these findings, the Sunday Times  takes a close look at the curious links between Berlusconi and the mafia, specifically his relationship with Vittorio Mangano, who served a sentence for drug trafficking and was found guilty of a double murder. Mangano, if you can imagine, was hired to drive Berlusconi’s children to school, was  put in place by Bontade to protect Berlusconi. This move signaled the mafia clans that Berlusconi was under the direct protection of the mafia. 
   Crucial questions persist. Was Berlusconi’s first political party, Forza Italia, which won the 1994 election, supported by the mafia? Or is Berlusconi, now 74 and no longer the prime minister, correct in stating that he is the victim of a conspiracy orchestrated by left-wing judges? Is he speaking the truth when he claims that no Italian government had done more than his to combat the mafia?  
    During my stays in Palermo over the last two years, the streets 
are calm, but you can feel the weight of a traumatic past. 


I happened to walk into this protest last March in front of the Teatro Massimo between demonstrators and police to prevent the presentation of the 'Nessun
Dolore book to the Mondadori Molticenter. See: http://www.demotix.com/news/640090/demonstration-against-palermo-mondadori-and-casa-pound
Anti-mafia activists and students continue to commemorate the martyrs who died during the summer of  1992, leading anti-mafia campaigns,  designing anti-mafia curriculum, agriturissimo businesses and educating citizens to become  ‘critical consumers.’  


Neopolitan Passioni...

John Turturro's  "cinematic love letter" to the music of Naples swells with passion, heartbreak, longing and desire... It's not Sicilian, but it's so close...


Installment I: L'albero Falcone