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Lockdown Thoughts……Mobile Farmer’s Market, Sicily

Written By: Arlene Ridolfi Valentine - Jul• 13•20
Personal Veggie Vendor, Sicilian Style

Personal Veggie Vendor Sicilian Style

There is so much to love about Sicily, but way up there on the chart is the personal veggie and fruit vendor who comes by twice a week and stops right at your door once you become a customer.  Oh my.  Our guy was Dennis…..a young, energetic, capable and knowledgeable vendor who definitely had his hands full in our neighborhood.

Sicilian Veggie Vendor Arriving

Veggie Vendor Arriving

As soon as we heard the bee-buzzing sound of his Api truck approaching, we all headed out the door and lined up to purchase the fruits and veggies that would carry us through the next couple of days.  It was a wonderful way to shop and to spontaneously plan menus based on what was taking center stage in the array of goods he had so artfully arranged for our consideration.  And the goods never disappointed…..

A Basketful of Cherries, soon to be empty

A Basketful of Cherries, soon to be empty

One day he showed up with this huge (and gorgeous) soft basket just heaping with cherries.  As I waited my turn, I watched that mountain of red dwindle to the point where I was getting a bit nervous about being able to command my fair share!

Real Cherries

Real Cherries

I needn’t have worried……because my neighbors and I all understood the drill.  In this sweet and welcoming environment of slow food and slow life, there will always be enough to go around.  The choices always seemed to be just what I was looking for……

Summer Peaches

Summer Peaches

Summer peaches for afternoon snacks, or to be sliced and added to a pitcher of red wine, or to be the filling for a summer torte…….

Cherry Tomatoes

Cheery Cherry Tomatoes

Or how about cherry tomatoes just bursting with flavor to be used for a fresh tomato sauce with basil or diced and blended with oil to top the evening’s bruschetta at aperitivo time…….

Salad Time, every day

Salad Love, Every Day!

The freshness of the greens never failed to surprise me…..crunchy lettuce leaves, deep dark green parsley, green beans that were so sweet they only needed to be steamed for a minute or two……and tomatoes with a decent skin protecting their meaty and aromatic pulp……for me, and for anyone who loves to cook, this was better than being a kid in a candy store.     As I got to know Dennis, I wondered at the experience of being a one-man business…..the simplicity and importance of the exchange between vendor and customer taken to a personal level right from the start…….and then one day I was given a peek into the future…….

Veggie Vendor in Training

Veggie Vendor in Training

Little Emilio appeared with his father one day……sitting in the front seat of the Api and hopping out to greet his future customers.  I guess Dennis was doing daddy duty that day, and the little fellow generated waves of emotion from all the ladies…..

Trainee Perks

Trainee Perks

By the time he got back in the Api and headed off with his dad, little Emilio had collected his fair share of treats and enough attention to keep him happy for the rest of the afternoon.

Thanks Dennis!

Thanks Dennis!

Many thanks to you, Dennis, for providing the ingredients for most of our meals while we were in Scicli….and it’s nice to know that The Firm is on track to be taken over by a well-trained underling when his time rolls around.

Lockdown Thoughts……On this day in 2016….Lunch in Ragusa, Sicily

Written By: Arlene Ridolfi Valentine - Jul• 06•20

After nearly four months of lockdown because of the Covid Pandemic, I am turning to my diaries and photo library for comfort and inspiration.  There is a lot of goodness to be found there.  Perhaps an interesting pursuit would be to look back on what was happening on any given day in the past and bring those thoughts and feelings back…..just for fun.

so………today is the 6th of July and four years ago on this date we decided to take a day trip to Ragusa.

Ragusa, Sicily

We were spending the month of July in the small southern town of Scicli and we did not have a car so we hopped on the local one-car train and headed out.

One-Car Train to Ragusa

About an hour later we found ourselves hiking up one narrow street after another as we headed for the summit of this magnificent fortress of a hilltown.  We had a destination in mind…..we even had a reservation……but the sights we passed along the way were enough to make us forget everything else.

Ragusa Garden

Palm trees and shocking pink cascading bushes exploded in every possible garden space and

St. George Cathedral, Ragusa

as we neared the uppermost layers of the town, church steeples just kept on going higher and higher….each of them seeming to be trying to out-baroque each other!.

Rusticana Restaurant, Ragusa

Just as we realized we could not go one step further without fainting from hunger, we found our destination…..A Rusticana……a restaurant we have been wanting to visit for a long time now.  It’s been included in a number of episodes of one of our favorite italian TV series….Commissario Montalbano, the sicilian police chief who is a foodie in his spare time.

Rusticana Style, Ragusa

The place is a wonder……smartly and carefully decorated, calmly run, staffed by family who have been at this for a long time and know what they’re doing, and the aromas wafting out of the place just make you weep.  Perhaps I’m exaggerating a bit…..but not much.

Rusticana Lunch, Ragusa

It was blazing hot outside and we wanted to eat simply.  We ordered some breaded chops with an orange salad and a bottle of good wine…..we did have some pistachio cream for dessert but I lost my head and we ate it all before I could take a photo.

Rusticana Summer Salad

Instead of a pistachio cream photo, I’m featuring what I considered to be the highlight of the lunch……a perfectly ripe orange, a bit of excellent olive oil, some red pepper flakes and some parsley……who knew that simple combination could send you on your way singing?   The folks at Rusticana knew, that’s who.