Two days ago I read that the Italian Constitutional Court had given the go- ahead for killing wild boar. The reasons it gave were that wild boar can be a danger to humans, cause serious traffic accidents, destroy crops and spread disease.
The boar are definitely a nuisance and are increasing alarmingly in numbers. When I first came to this area in 1975 for several years I never even saw a boar. As their numbers increased we became accustomed in the autumn to the cries of the boar hunters and the barking and squealing of their dogs. Apparently wild boar from Hungary were introduced into Tuscany after the war and, as there were no natural predators then (wolves arrived much later), they multiplied rapidly. There are signs of them everywhere as they dig up the fields, erode the banks and block the ditches. They are usually not dangerous except when defending their young, but you have to be wary when you walk in the woods in the early morning or at dusk.
This news was strangely very topical because just two days before this announcement our Maremmana, Alba, was gored by a boar defending its young. This happened quite unexpectedly in the late afternoon while Alba and her companions Emi and Siria were being taken on a walk in the woods,. Alba is usually very savvy when it comes to confronting boar, so she must have been ambushed or taken by surprise when she chased one of the very young boars into the undergrowth.
The gash under her left shoulder was long but not deep. We luckily found a vet who was working on a Saturday evening and had the wound stitched up. It all went just fine, but now she has to take antibiotics for five days and wear an uncomfortable collar. Fortunately she is a very good patient.
There has been a break in communication owing to the fact that we were involved in the olive harvest. This year has been particularly good crop, and we are very pleased.
We are happy to have a post written by Robin Ellis, whose recent book Mediterranean Vegetarian Cooking (already reprinted – terrific!) was featured a few weeks ago. He and his wife Meredith have visited us several times during the olive harvest, and this is his recollection of one of their visits.
Today is the first day of the olive harvest at Boggioli high in the Tuscan Hills and we are guests here to help–in principal! We are awoken by a faint chugger-chugger of a tractor engine–it’s 7.40am and daylight is struggling to establish itself. The tractor and its trailer are driven by Peter who will work tirelessly with the other four pickers for the next 10 days–depending on the weather–to strip the farm’s thousand-plus trees of their beautiful purple-green olives and transport them to the frantoio (the olive mill) to be processed miraculously into green gold liquid: olive oil!
The team of five works a long day. From eight in the morning until five as the daylight fades, with an hour for a snack lunch. They work at the trees with long electric rakes, lifting them high and stroking lightly downwards through the branches to bring the olives tumbling through the leaves onto the wide supple nets spread out on the ground. Each man carries a battery on his back, that powers the rake. It’s tough, steady work.
When a tree has yielded all its treasure, the nets beneath are carefully drawn together in a motion that guides the little runaway olives into piles. These piles are then distributed between colourful plastic crates, full of vents to keep the fruit aerated. These crates are then transported to the mill the next day.
Driving through the olive groves that stretch away down the valley you still see more traditional methods in use with wooden ladders pitched against the trees and families harvesting their precious fruit by hand.
Ah yes, our job is to sort the debris of leaves and small branches from the olives while avoiding stepping on and squashing them. Not so arduous but a useful part of the day’s work, we tell ourselves.
Thank you, Robin. And so the oil is now safely stored in our stainless steel containers and protected by nitrogen to prevent oxidation, the end of the process. Time to start selling it!
This is our first guest post, and we are grateful to David Lewis for his contribution. David is the founder of Kitchen Ambition, a resource site for home chefs and those in pursuit of the perfect kitchen. He is also very much interested in the raw materials that chefs require. Here is what he has to say about the quality of olive oil.
David Lewis – Kitchen Ambition
I am the creator of Kitchen Ambition, and have been cooking seriously for about 10 years. Originally, I’m from the American South. Gathering with family and friends around the dinner table has been a tradition since I was young, but my interest in the kitchen didn’t actually begin until I left home in my 20s.
In my family, olive oil always represented quality cooking. Unfortunately, we didn’t have the background to understand that not all olive oil is created equal. After all, the average American consumes about 20x less olive oil than in many Mediterranean countries.
At the beginning of the last decade, an American university published a report that ⅔ of “extra virgin” olive oils sold in the States were defective. It dawned on me that I had no concept of what made an oil “defective” in the first place or how to distinguish it from the good stuff.
In the years that followed, I’ve learned that much of finding a great oil depends on your individual sense of taste. At the same time, there are a few underlying principles worth knowing.
Extra virgin olive oil (EVOO) is the gold standard. It has the lowest acidity of any virgin oil, and should be free of flavor defects at the time it is bottled. EVOO is not cut with seed oils or refined. It is picked and pulled from the first processing of a new harvest, making it rich in good fats and antioxidants.
Fresh oil is the best oil. EVOO remains good for about two years after harvest. Most labels now mark the harvest or “best by” date. Once opened, it’s best to use a bottle within about 3 months. Exposure to light, heat, and oxygen cause olive oil to go bad over time.
Use it or lose it. Many people have a habit of saving “good” oil for a special occasion or using it sparingly. Unfortunately, you lose out on a lot of flavor this way. And as your bottle ages the healthy fats in fresh olive oil become damaged and less beneficial.
These principles have served me well in the journey of developing my palette. They’re a great jumping off point for anybody beginning to search for the best ingredients and flavors.
Thank you, David. I am sure that our readers will find this very useful information.
I had a very welcome surprise a couple of weeks ago. When I opened our mailbox at the top of our hill I found a package containing a gift from our friend Robin Ellis: his latest cookbook, Mediterranean Vegetarian Cooking.
After a very successful career as an actor, over the last few years Robin has embarked on a successful second career as a writer of cookbooks (four in all so far), all of them aimed at those who suffer from Type 2 diabetes. Make no mistake though. You don’t have to have diabetes or be a vegetarian to enjoy preparing and eating these delicious dishes.
Here is how Robin described his reaction on publication day:
A joyful day for Meredith (photographer, chief-taster and bottle-washer) and me (writer and cook). Meredith and I are not fully paid-up veggies but we’ve both enjoyed this voyage of discovery ’round the Mediterranean Sea. The recipes are simple, seasonal and do not have long lists of ingredients. Dare I say they are delicious too? The ingredients are often similar in the different countries that border the sparkling waters, but the treatment varies–like the difference between a French omelette and an Italian frittata. Herbs and spices feature strongly; olive oil is the cooking medium and the sun an ever-present element, ripening the ingredients and honing the flavours. It is available now on Amazon.uk, Foyles, Waterstones,Blackwell’s, Hive and The Book Depository (free worldwide delivery) and from good bookstores. It’s available as an ebook too! In North America, the publication date is not until August 18th–but The Book Depository will send it to you NOW.
Robin gives full credit to the importance of extra virgin olive oil and readily uses it in his recipes. It is after all the archetypical Mediterranean ingredient. He knows about its taste and health benefits from the many visits that he and his wife Meredith (who took the mouth-watering photos) have made to Boggioli during the olive harvest.
This not a book to sit gathering dust on a coffee table. This book lives in the kitchen always close at hand. You will use it, use it and use it – and will probably need to order another copy before too long for yourself – and several for your friends. I confess to not being a cook but I may just have to have a go myself.
You can always be sure that spring is on its way out when the eating chestnuts (marroni) are in flower. They are the last of the fruit and nut trees to blossom and they give the woods a golden sheen.
When in flower these trees are much sought after by apiculturists because the honey that bees produce from their flowers is highly prized: very dark and delicious. In fact, there were two lots of hives at the top of our hill where the bees had easy access to the trees. But in the old days was not just the honey. Chestnuts are very nutritious and can be used to make a kind of flour. There is still a rural tradition for making castagnaccio, a kind of sweet cake,from this flour.
Most of our chestnut trees were planted and cultivated by previous inhabitants of Boggioli on the north-facing slopes of our ridge. They are now deep in the woods and are almost impossible to reach, but every autumn there are always a few older members of the community who come to harvest what they can – and to have a pleasant walk in the woods.
If they do so they had better keep their eyes open. The wild animals don’t seem to have heard about lockdown and have continued with their busy routines. There is a lot of boar activity; we often see a group (‘sounder’ is the strange collective noun) of 2 or 3 adults and 10 or more piglets scuttling across the olive grove. Deer are also there. As I had feared, a roe deer (capriolo) came one night and ate all the flowers on the roses below the house, three metres from my office window!
We also have daylight photos of of a lone wolf and of a group of red deer (cervi). There is an increasing number of these impressive animals, of which the prime males seem to enjoy the company of a ‘harem’ of females.
And to cap it all, there is an inquisitive porcupine (istrice) that comes to the house at night to look for scraps (especially dog biscuits).