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Here is my photo published in the journal Meridians n.47 mountains out this month in November 2010

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MORTADELLA

CLASSIC The Classic Mortadella comes from heavy meat of pigs born and raised in Italy, whose power is checked and controlled at all stages of growth.
Classic Mortadella is free from any type of additive as caseinate, gluten, glutamate, ascorbic acid, dextrose, fructose and polyphosphates.
is stuffed into the bladder only natural dispenser of fragrances.

Bonfatti Mortadella is made with only pure and natural ingredients, which led to obtain a rose-colored softer, less intrusive perfume, a decided taste of meat, a lightweight design and excellent digestibility.

cooking stoves are in brick, deliberately so respecting the rules of tradition.

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ACADEMY OF MEAL - The Feast of Good Values \u200b\u200b

useless to argue: the truffles are good. I agree that there will always be willing to make the original at all costs (indeed, at no cost in this case) will tell you, the stink under their noses:

"What schifooo! But you can not! For a fur coat that will tartufello have asked me 20 grams (omitted) euros! It 's a shame! "And then continue, in a modern fairy tale about the fox and the grapes dell'esopica review:" Besides, I do not know what we find in these tubers. You can only eat them in a few ways and they do not agree with a lot of other things. Pay attention to me: Truffles are overvalued. And it's not as good as you go around saying, "and all proud of himself for his shot, he will come home to dinner where you will find the same old soup warmed.

Do not give him straight: the truffles are good, I say good: they are great, wonderful, exceptional food to the king. Cost is true, but good things come at a price, and above all have value. And then if it does not taste the prized tuber is the season now that I know say when you eat it?

If anything there is to say that walking through the crowded streets of novice and gourmet browsing Careful to stalls and stands that occupy all the spaces of the medieval town one thing is plain to see: hell, if one ignores the undeniable delicacy of many delicacies, I must say that there is nothing in show is good (health, I mean ).

Mountains of sweets of all shapes and sizes but all made with honey, almonds, chocolate, butter, dried figs, nuts, cream, lard, butter and eggs at will (you know your cholesterol), sausages from all sources and all but all made with pigskin, blood, liver, intestines, griffins, cartilage, Grassellini, crackling pork and seasoned with pepper, chili, salt, the most aromatic herbs and spices (and spicy) that there are.

But we, poor wretches that we have to deal every day with the diets, full attention, the ten thousand sacrifices, a look at the calendar (the passing years) and a blood analyzes the rituals that , at repeated rhythmically, show the absolute care that we have for cholesterol (there are different types ..), for blood glucose, and platelets, and white blood cells, and red, and the ESR, and all a universe of alarming reports that they declare to all the physicians with whom, malevolence, we come into contact: "No fat! No salt! Eye to zucchero! Lontano dalle uova… dal fritto… dal sugo… dagli insaccati.. dai cibi piccanti… (ecc. ecc.).

Allora come fare? Suggerirei (lungi da me l’idea di abolire la sacra Sagra Tartufesca) di indire, a breve distanza da questa, una piccola sagra (una sagrina) per quelli che non possono abbuffarsi delle prelibatezze colà mostrate.. che so.. una cosa come.. insomma io la chiamerei: la Sagra dei Buoni Valori (ematici, intendo). In questa manifestazione sarebbero in mostra e in vendita solo cose che contribuiscono a mantenere i valori della analisi nella norma. Banchi con erbe officinali adatte per ogni patologìa, vendita di patate bollite e di mashed potatoes, dinners of boiled chicken and vegetable soups and lots of fruits and vegetables (organic) of any kind. To drink? Skimmed milk, or soft drinks (the fundamentalists) spring water. Dessert: baked apples (for those who want to: plums, always cooked of course).

You say a festival like this would not affect anyone. Halt: depends on advertising. With good advertising festival also good values \u200b\u200bcould become a destination for tourists and it would be important occasion of income for the exhibitors and traders of the ancient town of San Miniato and opportunity of health for the organs (liver, pancreas, spleen, hearts and intestines) from tasters. (For those who want to know more, I recommend reading this POST published in September on the blog).

So I think and so I write.

RM

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Il Montébore

Montebore: its history.
The year 1489 in Tortona celebrated the wedding of Isabella of Aragon between e Gian Galeazzo Sforza , nipote di Ludovico il Moro. Cerimoniere era Leonardo da Vinci , straordinario genio dell'arte e della scienza ma anche attento gastronomo: il Montébore fu l'unico formaggio invitato a tanta nobile tavola .
Ma la storia di questo formaggio rarissimo è molto più antica e la si fa risalire dell’arte casearia dei monaci dell’abbazia benedettina di Santa Maria di Vendersi, sul Giarolo, il monte attorno al quale si sviluppano le tre Valli Grue, Curone e Borbera, già fra il IX e l’XI secolo.
Il Montébore è prodotto con un 75% di latte bovino (proveniente dalle belle mucche Brune Alpine, Tortonesi, Genovesi e Cabannina) e 30% di latte ovino.

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Il Montébore: a tavola.

Il Montébore è perfetto come eccellenza da tutto pasto: fresco o morbido gode della compagnia dal locale miele di castagno e della melata, delle marmellate di arancia, della "cugnà", la tipica marmellata piemontese a base di mosto d’uva , cui dona la piacevolezza del proprio gusto fine, delicato ma arguto, ama le noci, i fichi, le ciliegie in agrodolce, l’uva rosata, scoprendosi così una vocazione a tutte le stagioni della natura.

Stagionato , il Montébore condisce le paste ripiene, gli gnocchi, il riso con un'accesa armonia di sapido, di piccante senza sconsideratezza, elegante, discreto, profumato. Eccellente.

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Le trote di Agritrutta

Agritrutta sorge a San Biagio di Mondovì, all'interno dell'oasi naturalistica
di Crava Morozzo. Le vasche sono alimentate dalle acque del torrente Pesio, storicamente uno dei torrenti incontaminati del basso Piemonte.
Le trote arrivano presso il nostro punto vendita il giovedi mattina, ogni due settimane.
Potete trovare, freschi e sottovuoto: filetti di trota bianca, filetti di
trota salmonata e filetti di salmarino; mentre trovate sempre disponibile il
filetto di trota affumicato.

I filetti Agritrutta.
Ogni pesce realizza due filetti. Il peso di ogni thread is about ¼ of the weight of the fish in
origin. Each thread is finely crafted and boned. Fins are removed and the ventral fat.
Agritrutta does very little stock, and exclusively for products
smoked. The fish required, is caught directly from the tanks when ordering.
smoked fillet.
One begins with the right fish for trout, which undergoes a first visual inspection
: must be long-limbed, free from spots on the skin, and fasted for at least 7 days.
The fish is cleaned of entrails and thoroughly rinsed in clean water.
At this point the fish is placed in cold storage and ice-covered until the morning
Next, when it is threaded by hand.
Salting is dry, ie without the use of brine solutions or chemical
/ saline, using the normal home-to coarse-grained salt.
After being washed and dried one by one, are put in jail
fridge and quickly killed. The next step is
nell'affumicatura using dried oak sawdust
two years.
The sawdust is retrieved directly responsible to make sure
the complete absence of chemicals (paints and solvents). The smoke is cold, ie at a temperature of 27 °.

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ACADEMY OF MEAL - The Festival Truffle (and Unplugged Remix)

raining today (as he did all day yesterday) and although not cold you know what fun to go for samples with an umbrella in hand in the midst of all the other umbrellas (with their deadly treacherous dripping between neck and collar) and with your feet wet and cold marble? Come, people came to us at the festival, but it was not as it should go. What do you want, with the pale sun (although it does not heat, though it is autumn) would have been something else but that is gone and so should be taken: the Truffle Festival was half flop.

Note: the organizers have nothing to do anything, and nothing got to do the exhibitors, or shopkeepers, or those who set themselves to do the best to put together an event full of events and occasions, indeed, this year's festival seemed to me (or at least I think would have been) more complex, more varied, more comprehensive, more ... rain. The rain that had not been considered so persistent, intrusive, unpleasant, deterrence, and infinite.

Thus, most of those who had ascended, rock hard, ancient hill to German, eager to put to the test at least once their blood cholesterol (you know, with truffles chocolate, fennel, brawn, sausages of all types and then pecorino di fossa or wind, lard, mallegati the old way, and Sardinian nougat salsicciòli fat and seasoned to taste goes to the wedding but with blood values \u200b\u200bas we put it?) met at the end to return to the wet and fast cars squeezing tight (unoccupied umbrella in hand) the bag with small half-memories of the festival: the usual nooks of Frederick, a pound of finocchiona and small , rinvoltolato in a white paper towel that weighs more than him, tartufini representation, crooked, stunted hunchback and all that seems to require nothing more than to be left alone, in the midst of this turmoil, or that you just scratch the order of noodles, and you do not think more.

What can I say? There still a chance: the last chance. In short, it does not rain next Sunday, can not raining, it says the probability, they say the weather forecast, it complains about a call for justice and the hordes of traders, exhibitors, vendors and community leaders who saw in this last day of the Festival 'At their ransom. And then it also says a prophetic song that says, hopefully: "The drops fall but which - if you bathe a bit '- tomorrow the sun will warm us " and continues, confidently: "Do not Ludo, because life - is not over for those who believe in tomorrow "etc.. etc.. Here: we believe in tomorrow (or rather, in next Sunday) and for this we say: "Sunday in San Miniato all! Truffles! Truffles. "

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ACADEMY OF MEAL - In Praise of Idleness (if it rains)

course it's difficult even for aficionados like us to find the will to get up at 7 am on a Sunday in autumn (winter) wings in order to present time, this time with the wolves, all 'appointment in the square of the former high school.

The sky is gray uniform, clearly aimed at the general incavolatura. Cade a few drops of dark asphalt that taps to reiterate that no one dare to try to take the classic healthy path, that bowl of ice water are there, and lined up some ready for us to make us regret that he had wanted to leave too soon, despite the calendar and any pessimistic weather forecast, the warmth of 'friend mattress.

we are raised, though. So what? As you think about the sky gives us a hand to help us decide how to: a furious discharge of large drops as insistent as sandwiches and washer semaforari predicts what would happen if we, reckless, brave and trying to do, ignoring the warnings of fate, we jump into the fray for the earth (now ipermotosi) that slopes down slightly behind Collegalli.

Well, we got up and raised bed, of course, do not go back (after having already washed, clothes, etc...)

Then he picks up the newspaper and then try to read it slowly, sipping, not because there are no news particularly interesting (the same things: mafiosi caught, policy statements, earthquakes, terrorist attacks, the petrol prices rise and the latest news from GF: You know that fun!), but only for staying up late and pass the long hours that mark this rainy Sunday morning as quickly as possible.

Then, made breakfast the way God is bringing us to honor the Sunday Mass, and then you can always surf a bit 'on the internet, and then a few phone calls ... well some saint will help us pass the time until lunch.

After , Alleluia!, An afternoon filled with games and GranPremio waiting for us to enhance our fannullaggine with hours and hours of sport in an armchair.

and the Society of the Good Way? Calm. Mornings will be populated with chirping and the sun just sprung from behind the hill will be cool but sunny dawns full of incitement to pesticcìo sports, they expect better times, heck!

For now: the leisure, the leisure!

RM

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L'ape nera sicula

is not true that all bees are yellow and black. The livery that normally associamo all’ape è in realtà tipica della ape ligustica, l’ape più diffusa in Italia, tanto da essere definita anche ape italiana. Esistono api scure, grigie o anche nerissime, proprio in Italia, simili morfologicamente alle api nere africane (dalle quali differiscono però per la minore aggressività): le quali nel dna hanno un miotipo genetico africano.

L’ape nera sicula (Apis mellifera sicula) ad esempio, scurissima, con la peluria grigia, quasi nera, che ha popolato per millenni la Sicilia, è stata abbandonata negli anni ‘60/70 quando gli apicoltori siciliani sostituirono i bugni di legno di ferula (tronchi quadrati usati come arnie) e iniziarono a importare api dal nord Italia. The bee sicula risk in those years, the total extinction, avoided thanks to the studies and researches of an entomologist Sicilian Genduso Peter, who studied for years after the classification occurred for the first time in 1911, and then he passed this true their passion to a student, Charles Amodeo, still the sole possessor of bees Sicilian grapes. The last of black bees beehives were found in a Sicilian Baglio di Carini where an old farmer beekeepers produced honey still with that old system. The beehives contain several families of bees that Charles Amodeo, after deciding to practice beekeeping professional, kept in isolation on the islands of Vulcano, where Filicudi Alicudi and today produces the only pure honey Sicilian bee. In addition to dark colors, the Apis mellifera sicula differs from ligustica even for the smaller wings. It 's very docile, so no masks are used in the honey extraction operations, it is very productive - even at high temperatures over 40 ° when the bees hang - and stand up well to temperature changes. Very important characteristics for the production areas in the very hot climate. The brood develops early, between December and January, so avoid blocking the winter brood common to other species. The black bee honey sicula also consumes less of the other bees.

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ACADEMY OF MEAL - Phobias

For some time now (since when have become common usage) we hear and read more often the terms "homophobia" (and on the word "homophobe") and "xenophobia" (and "xenophobia") related to certain attitudes considered intolerant of (respectively), homosexuals and foreigners.

Staying beyond doubt that these manifestations of racism should be severely reproved should be noted, however (and I'm sorry for the media who first invented them, widespread and continue to use it) as those terms are misleading as well as etymologically incorrect.

Recall that in both words (derived from the ancient greek) The second part is "phobia", from the greek "phobos" = "groundless fear, blind and unreasonable." E 'relevant to the etymology and then talk about "agoraphobia" = "fear of open spaces," "claustrophobia" = "fear of closed spaces or narrow," "Arachnophobia" = "Fear of spiders," and so on.

The term homophobia used to mean "hatred of homosexuals" instead is totally wrong, distorted and even misleading with respect to what it wants to mean as its etymological meaning is exactly the opposite.

"Omo" derives from the greek "homos" = "similar, equal" (as opposed to "heteros" = "different") and the word "homosexual" is tailored to brush him having sex with to distinguish it from his fellow heterosexuals who do it with those who is their different (and men with women, and women with men).

It follows that the true meaning of the word "homophobia" is "groundless fear, blind and unreasonable in relation to those of our own sex" instead of "hatred for homosexuals (!)" And "homophobic" in no way means "one who hates or discriminates against homosexuals" but "he who fears his fellow men." As you can see the usual meaning is almost the opposite of what the etymological and is absolutely misused.

A word so that abbia il significato che si usa dare a sproposito alla parola omofobia o all’aggettivo omofobo, non esiste. Da qui l’interrogativo: come definire chi discrimina (odia, ridiciolizza, disprezza ecc. ecc) gli omosessuali?

Attendo una risposta convincente e al passo con la mutata sensibilità sul problema. Ai miei tempi, quando i “finocchi” (si chiamavano così, allora, e nessuno se la prendeva) non avevano ancora rivendicato l’orgoglio di esserlo, c’era nalla mia città un giovanottone, chiamato il Mela. Il Mela era famoso per essere un noto “bruciabu’i”. Tale appellativo (di cui andava gloriosamente fiero) se lo era guadagnato sul campo (per dire..) dei cinema della città dove il nostro passava tutti i pomeriggi della sua poco indaffarata giovinezza. Il Mela, entrava nella sala a film iniziato e, adocchiato subito il tipo adatto (lo riconosceva a distanza, anche al buio), andava a sedersi in una poltroncina adiacente a quella della sua prossima vittima. Noi, seduti tre o quattro file dietro, attendevamo i prevedibili sviluppi della faccenda.

Il Mela accendeva una sigaretta, poi si spaparanzava sulla poltroncina, bello comodo e a gambe allargate. Beh, si può indovinare come andasse inevitabilmente finire. Quando il tipo (appellato sinteticamente “il bu’o”) tentava l’inevitabile “avance”, Quick as lightning the apple off his cigarette in the back of his hand. A scream, then a fast escape from the room of the unfortunate "queer" is still unconscious at that time, the pride of being such.

Well the years have gone back and forth (thankfully) does not return, alone, to be exact, it is more correct to say "bruciabu'o" and "homophobic" even though the usual meaning, if not etymology, and the same.

And here, in the hope that it did not offend anyone, I close .

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OUT of the November 7, 2010 (Sunday)

"They say it rains, I agree, but for now this seems to be a good day. And who does it gets me to stay in bed? "If you have asked this question quickly, before deciding to attend the appointment of 8, the five who gave birth to the classic Sunday stroll of the Society of the Good Way.
Who were they? So, let's see: I, Alberto Chimenti, Professor Caciagli the Brotini and good Giancana.
The route we chose short (Alberto had to be back for 10) but the walk was beautiful, scenic and invigorating. Giancana has even found time to sample some grapes, searched, found and removed one of the few remaining in the vineyards after the harvest, certifying so the quality of the fruit and the expected use of the wine. The ride was which seem classic car to leave the villagers to Cusignano and we went from there, going down with a wide curve on Cafaggio, we are back, along the farmlands of Bellesi Volpaio and to the point of departure.

The time it takes? Just under 2 hours. The fruits of our labor? In addition to the clusters of Giancana (but no one has seen), some nuts strongly desired, and collected by searching with the active collaboration of Alberto Caciagli. The morning was not spent in vain.

In some scenes photos of the excursion (the first major, the one with the Three Caballeros). The complete collection, come sempre, sul link indicato.

R.M.