In Sirmione, we found ourselves under what appeared to be a giant orange tree. Underneath were some smashed fruit that looked too pulpy to be oranges nor did they smell like them. The leaves did not look citrusy either. Later on, we would see trees laden with brilliant reddish orange fruit, much larger than orange trees usually were. Blood oranges or arancia rossa as they are called? Only red inside; dull orange outside. Steve loved the blood orange juice looking much like tomato juice served more often than the orange colored stuff.
Then at the Rialto market:
Kaki. More puzzlement as the Italians never use the letter K or J for that matter (kilometers are chilometri). In some stalls they were spelled Kakka. Someone asked if I wanted some kakka (ha!).
Turns out kakka is the Japanese word for persimmon.
Years ago, I went for a weeklong bike ride in southern Indiana. One town touted its annual persimmon festival and had persimmon ice cream so they do grow down there. Not in chilly Michigan though. Another puzzlement: several restaurants featuring 'cucina indiania'. Of all the states to feature. What would Hoosier cuisine be like? Vinegar pies? Buried meat? But then Silly Sue, they mean Indian cuisine, not Indiana cuisine. Not that American cuisine isn't occasionally represented with several 'hamburgesias', one run by Eataly in Verona featuring hotdogs too. And then there was the NYCrispy, a chicken sandwich at McDonald's that gave a 'sapori di NYC'. And what would that taste like?
|What does NYC taste like?|
|hamburger place in Sirmione|
Going from region to region meant entirely different cuisines, not just the American demarcation between Northern and Southern Italians. In Bologna, we found a restaurant featuring food from Abruzzo, the region that I stayed in for more than a month.
Sorry about the fuzziness. Abruzzo is full of sheep thus most of the meat and cheese (pecorino) is ovine. Surprisingly, little lamb was served. Usually the mutton was in the form of roasted kebabs known as 'arrosticini'. I guess it makes sense that it is made from castrated animals otherwise it would be even more vile. In chemistry, there are a whole slew of foul acids named after goats, caproic acid, caprolic acid, etc.
Various villages have food festivals featuring their local products called 'sangre'. We went to several during my summer abroad. Here is a poster for one we went to in Molina:
More strange fruit (and vegetables):
|have not figured out what serasito is. The red stuff behind is red endive.|
|these went by a different name than artichokes|