Tuscany – The Great Italian Bread Myth

Antico Forno Amedeo Giusti
Antico Forno Amedeo Giusti

Come on, admit it, British bread is much better than this Italian stuf…
On a recent trip to the UK, i finally found something that i mis; it’s a nice fresh soft load of Mother’s Pride from the local supermarket.
Processed food, probably filled with all kinds of weird modified, life-threatening chemicals, but doesn’t it taste good? It makes perfect toast, lightly grilled with butter or, better still, a real treat with the centre pulled out and rolled into a ball in the palmo f your hands and then eaten in one mouthful. Delicious. It i salso a really good way of clearing your hands. Admittley, your local branch of Sainsbury’s or Waitrose is more likely to be offering French baguette or Italian ciabatta but at least you can still buy unhealthy bread in Britain if you go to the right places. You can even geti t in restaurants. Well, i say reastaurants but you know what i mean, those places where you can get a real English breakfast anytime of day.
Actually, Eglish breakfast is another thing i miss, but i’ll tray and stay focussed on the bread. On my recent trip, i was reminded that Englsh breakfast even comes served with a dollop of brown sauce, unless you are really quick and stop them, but who is that together at 8 am after the insanely early Pisa_Liverpool Ryanair flight? But then who said there is no remaining traditional colour in the UK? An equivalent activity in one of the villeges of the Garfagnana Valley would have us all trekking up there in search of some local caracter and maybe a glass of grappa as we head for the door. But try buying a grappa anywhere else in the world but Italy and you will run into problems there must be a reason for that? Sorry, i am getting diverted again.
Sure, you can get approximations of soft bread in Italy. Conad makes one which isn’t bad when it is fresh. Giusti’s, the excellent bread shop in Lucca, however, singularly, fails to come up to the mark in the field of unhealty processed bread, in spite of being an otherwise impressive operation.
Just off Piazza San Michele, i have never seen such a popular shop. It can be quicker getting served in the bank than buying your daily bread from them. They have an unusual queuing method where everyone who arrives after you seems to get served first.
But i suppose it at least helps you learn to mix it with the locals; either that or starve. They also have unusual names for the bread, boy Scouts? Militari? What is that all about? Give me a couple of baps every time.
But their bread is admittedly excellent; crusty, fresh, tasty, it even has salt in it. And Giusti’s flour is a prime ingredient, brought in fresh from the wheat fields of the Padana river basin, or somewhere, and lovingly prepared by committed professionals. Just think of a Mulino Bianco advert to get  the full effect of the image i am trying to create here. You know the thing, crusty bread with rich green olive oil dripping down your chin as you take a bite, sorrounded by laughing children and old folk gathered around the farmhouse table.
So what is my problem? Why the login for the processed aquidgy stuff which is about as good for you as a dose of Swine Flu?
I’m not saying that Mother’s Pride is a real alternative to fresh Lucchese bread. Even if it does fit in the toaster it still doesn’t absorb the olive oil. I’ve tried; it still doesn’t absorb the olive oil. I’ve tried; it all just drips off leaving the bread completely unmarked.
So iìm not really sure where the login for nasty processed British bread comes from and what it says about my mental health. But it is there so i guess it is just something i need to deal with and try to accept what is probably obvious to all for you: That you cannot really compare production line bread with something produced by an artisan. It is like comparing a Ford Focus with a Ferrari.
But then again, which one would you choose if you actually needed to drive somewhere?
(Mauro Vincent)

Antico Forno Amedeo Giusti:
Via S.Lucia 18/20 – 55100 Lucca
Tel: 0583 496285

e-mail: fornoavapore-giusti@luccavirtuale.it

Tuscany, Forte dei Marmi’s Famous Weekly Market

Forte dei Marmi Market Forte dei Marmi offers its rich villa dwellers a Wednesday market that deals in designer clothing, among other things. It is known to offer bargains, it’s the place to go to get cut-price reproductions of expensive designer clothes. The town of Forte dei Marmi is centred around the market and the marble fortress built in 1788.

Tuscan Bakery for Sale in Vorno

Woooow! Are you thinking to change your life style? Great idea for you!
Successful long running bakery situated in Vorno (Ok… Lucca, Tuscany). Currently trading 5 1/2 days a week, the business hours could be extended to increase turnover. The business retails a delicious selection of bakery products: bread, rolls, cakes & buns and is known for its famous pies & pastries. The business sells wholesale products to families, schools, clubs and the local shire council and with only limited competition in the area. This presents as an excellent opportunity for a new owner to change his life style and to take this business to the next level enjoying this little village called Vorno. So think about and let me know…and be in touch!

Tuscany Shopping!

Tuscany: Shopping Outlet Stores, Florence, Italy

There are numerous outlet stores in and around Florence, that offer visitors to Italy a chance to enjoy discounted prices on some of the most famous brand names in Italy.

These shopping outlet stores are located in the countryside around the city of Florence. Most of them are accessible by public transportation even if I always suggest you to travel with own car or renting one. Much better!! 🙂

A list of Shopping Outlets in Tuscany

The Mall,
Europa 8,
Leccio – Reggello
Tel 055 8657775
Open: Mon – Sat 1000 – 1900 and Sun 1500 – 1900

These outlet stores include; Gucci, Yves Saint Laurent, Loro Piana, Giorgio Armani, and Bottega Veneta.

Dolce & Gabbana,
Via S.Maddalena 49,
S.Maddalena
Tel 055 833111
Open: Mon – Sat 1000 – 1900 and Sun 1500 – 1900

Fendi,
Via Pian dell’Isola 66/133,
Rignano
Tel: 055 834981
Open: Mon – Sat 1000 – 1900 and Sun 1500 – 1900

The Artisans of the Real Dolce Vita in Tuscany

Correction Appended

I found this article talking about Amedei’s shop in the NYT’s website… And I live just 10 miles far from this beautiful shop… Is it possible? Have a look…

A FEW miles from Pisa, in the tiny Tuscan hamlet of Cascina, is a small gourmet shop where gift boxes covered in cellophane line the shelves, customers scurry in to place orders and the sweet, delicate aroma of home cooking drifts in from the kitchen. The proprietor, Paul DeBondt, sets out a platter of bite-size pieces on the countertop for sampling and arranges rows and rows of artfully wrapped packages inside the display case. But you won’t find dusty bottles of Super-Tuscan, aging wheels of pecorino or pungent vats of olive oil. That’s because Mr. DeBondt makes only one thing — chocolate.

Since the 1980s, as the world bought pasta, wine, cheese and prosciutto by the freighter-full from Tuscany, a gastronomical tradition in chocolate has quietly swept through the region. Small factories devoted to shelling, grinding and melting cocoa beans have opened in the triangle from Florence to Pisa to Montecatini, giving rise to some of the purest chocolate in the world and the nickname Chocolate Valley.

“Tuscans are trained to talk about food, to taste food, study food,” Mr. DeBondt said. “I’m Dutch, and there’s no tradition of food in Holland. There’s only a tradition of boiled potatoes. I could never do this there.”

And until relatively recently, no one in Tuscany did chocolate. But what was once consigned as a precious treat at Christmas and Easter is now as commonplace as caffè macchiato. In the last decade, Italy‘s annual chocolate consumption has doubled to nearly nine pounds a person, and last year, chocolate sales reached 350 million euros ($507.5 million at the current exchange rate of $1.45 to the euro).

But this is still Italy; that is, mass production and culinary shortcuts are as welcome as a cup of instant decaf. So despite its exponential rise, chocolate is still made with the meticulous craftsmanship — some might say, mania — that only an artisan can provide.

Tuscany’s young chocolatiers trace their roots to one man: Roberto Catinari. A native of Pistoia, Mr. Catinari studied with Swiss chocolatiers for two decades starting in the 1950s. In 1974, he returned home with a suitcase full of recipes and, a few years later, opened a small storefront shop bearing his name (Via Provinciale, 378; Agliana; 39-0574-718-506; www.robertocatinari.it).

He started making plain bars of chocolate, but like Mr. Wonka and his factory, Mr. Catinari was soon toying with pralines, crushed nuts, grappa and wildly ornate sculpture like soccer trophies, pliers and small woodland creatures. His creations — rich, velvety, sweet but not cloying — were a hit. The Chocolate Valley was born.

In a country that prides itself on centuries-old artisanal traditions, Mr. Catinari’s venture was a bold move. Italy’s chocolate center has historically been based in the northern region of Piedmont, said Andrea Bianchini of La Bottega del Cioccolato, a new chocolate boutique in Florence (Via de Macci, 50; 39-055-200-1609). “The chocolate that comes out of Piedmont,” he said, “is very traditional.”

Tuscan chocolate has two defining characteristics. It incorporates flavors of central Italy. “I use the flavors of Tuscany: lavender, olive oil, balsamic, rosemary,” Mr. Bianchini said. And it is made in handcrafted batches in small factories.

At its most basic, Tuscan chocolate is made from cocoa beans, cocoa butter, pure vanilla and sugar instead of corn syrup. Granted, that’s not so different from the chocolate from Piedmont (or, for that matter, Switzerland, Belgium or other chocolate capitals). But the quality of the beans (typically from South America or Africa), the high cocoa content (often above 70 percent), the delicate balance of ingredients and the subtleties of the technique make for a sweetly aromatic work of art.

Perhaps no place is as serious about the process as Amedei, a boutique confectionery in the Pisan village of Pontedera (www.amedei.it). Amedei chocolates are sold at shops in Florence. It not only toasts and crushes the beans, but grows its own varieties of criollo and trinitarian cocoa in South America.

“It’s like wine or cheese,” said Alessio Tessieri, who owns Amedei with his sister, Cecilia. “I had to learn everything the Venezuelan farmers knew — weather, rainfall, altitude, microclimates, the proper ways to cut the pods, extract the beans, ferment the beans.”

From the outside, the factory, which isn’t open to the public, looks like a large, unassuming farmhouse, save for the cocoa beans painted on its facade. Inside, it’s a bright, well-oiled machine of chocolate making. Before Ms. Tessieri showed me around, she handed me a white lab coat, a paper cap and blue paper galoshes; I was bound for the chocolate O.R.

Giant machines crunched and gurgled, spitting out shells and churning vats of molten chocolate. Some rooms and machines were off limits; Ms. Tessieri didn’t want her chocolate secrets getting out. We stopped at a conveyor belt where ground cocoa was being mashed into a thick paste, and she handed me a pebble of Amedei’s pure cocoa. Even before sugar was added, the raw chocolate tasted creamy and warm and intensely rich.

On the other side of the valley is Slitti Cioccolato e Caffè (Via Francesca Sud, 1268; Monsummano Terme; 39-0572-640-240; www.slitti.it), owned by Andrea Slitti, a former student of Mr. Catinari. It’s part boutique, with pretty boxes of chocolates lining ornate shelves, and it’s part a cozy cafe, with espresso machines whirring behind the counter. On a recent afternoon, several Italians sat at tables sipping and nibbling on Slitti’s trademark bars, Latte Nero — impossibly smooth, creamy and slightly bitter.

This fall, Slitti will open a factory next to its shop, offering classes on chocolate making. “It will teach the public about chocolate the way a winery educates about wine,” Mr. Slitti said. “We will teach people the basics, but not everything. Some secrets I will take to my grave.”