Monday, January 20, 2014

Why the Magi brought gifts




                                   Christmas gifts of years past.

[Note -- this was written in mid-December, as I was busy wrapping gifts for dozens of friends and family members, for charities and hostesses. It is now late January. Hanukkah, Christmas, Epiphany -- all those gift-giving occasions have come and gone. This still seems Important.]

The Magi traversed wild deserts and hostile trails seeking the new-born king whose star they saw. They went to Bethlehem to take the baby gifts -- gold, frankincense and myrrh -- things of this world, material things. Why, when we are told so often, and so harshly, that Christmas is too materialistic, would the Three Kings have been the first to bring the Christ Child gifts of this world?

In the Catholic teaching, God gave us bodies, and a world of plants and animals, seas and mountains, fields and orchards to live in. Then God became human to live among us -- in the Catholic teachings, fully God and fully human. He broke and ate the bread, drank the wine, laughed with his friends, and walked the dusty paths of Israel. He welcomed the material gifts, like the ointment from the woman who washed his feet. We owe it to the God who shared these gifts of shape and form, taste and sound with us to appreciate them and in our turn, share them with others. 

Instead of rejoicing in gifts this season, we wail about the materialism of the world, and the burdens of giving. It can be tough. We feel pinched for time and money. The demands appear insatiable. Who has any idea what a teenage boy wants -- that we can afford or appropriately give him? Or a friend of exquisite taste? Or someone living out their last days asleep in a nursing home? Not to despair -- there is always something to give, from a tech-friendly gift card, to an hour sitting beside the sleeper as a quiet companion.

If we don't want to take the Christian view of the season, we can see the holiday as a chance to show our deep delight in the world we live in. The fact that we are body intertwined with spirit means that our relationship with everything around us is one of interaction. It is not given to us to reproduce just in the most physical sense. Every time we cook, garden, clean, create a song, make a child, throw a pot, write a story, we share in the creation of and maintenance of the world. Resting, enduring, pushing the Sisyphean rock up the hill, we share in the creation and maintenance of the material world. It is our gift and our task. 

As artists, we have even more responsibility. If we don't share the things that we create with our talents, and recognize those of our fellow artists, how can we think that people in general will take the time to do that? It doesn't seem to me to be an either-or. Each aspect, material and spiritual, supports and enlarges the other.


                               Snowflakes, a gift (Micki Glueckert, December 8, 2013).


Cross posted at http://roadtripteri.com/2014/01/20/why-the-magi-brought-gifts/.

Thursday, January 16, 2014

Sopa Teologa -- Peruvian bread soup of the priests


    



The "Soup of the Priests" -- a specialty of Trujillo in northern Peru. [Photo credit.]

Looks tasty, but why call it Soup of the Priests, or "theological soup?" The traditional story is that Dominican monks prepared it to celebrate the end of arguing among the Franciscans and the Augustinians in Trujillo. In 1610, the Spanish viceroy attending the funeral of the saintly Franciscan priest Fr. Francisco Solano told the two groups to put aside their arguments. Apparently they agreed, and a month later the Dominicans created Sopa Teologa to honor the occasion. One source said that the soup was "the product of the benevolence of the parishioners who came with their products and leftovers, to fill the big pot that was cooking with chicken broth or turkey flocks."

Traditionally huge quantities -- tens of thousands of bowls --of Sopa Teologa are made on Palm Sunday. The faithful put aside the fasts of Lent that forbade eating meat and feasted on this soup that was rich with milk, cheese, and various meats, including beef, goat, pork, chicken, turkey, and duck. Chickpeas, rice, lentils, olives and hard-boiled eggs all could play a role as well. Then they fasted again from Monday until Easter Sunday.

Original recipe combines ingredients typical of the district.  | Photo: A.  Castro.
On Palm Sunday, large quantities of Sopa Teologa are served in Trujillo.  Photo credit

Several writers noted the blending of culinary traditions in the "mongrel" sopa teologa. The soup base -- bread soaked in milk is definitely European -- the Native Peruvians had neither ingredient. Soaked in milk and boiled with broth, the bread loses its character  and becomes a thickener, just as in Spanish gazpachos and garlic soups (sopa de ajo).

The Peruvians had already domesticated chickens, and they grew tomatoes, potatoes, and peppers. It's hard to tell how authentic to Peru in 1610 the seasonings of oregano, bay leaf, parsley, salt and pepper were. Some Peruvian versions of the recipe call for  a sprig of huacatay -- a Peruvian herb from the marigold family, often sold in a paste as "black mint." Saffron is added to some variations; that also would have come from Spain.

All of the members of the onion family -- the leek, onion and garlic -- came from the Old World. The cheese again is an Old World contribution. The Inca had root vegetables that resembled celery and carrots -- these might have been the original ingredients, along with the potatoes, tomatoes, and peppers.

Another tradition associated with Sopa Teologa is "At the top of the plate is placed a thread, which means the union of two people. 'It is also the idea of the dish, because it unites two culinary traditions as a kid and turkey. I think it's a very romantic plate,' [s]he said in a brief respite to orders." [Rosa Pantoja Jet, owner of a Trujillan restaurant.] That is consistent with a tradition that Priests' Soup is also served at weddings.

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The circle of bread on this soup may be the "thread" that is often associated with the soup in translations. [Photo credit]

The source of many of the English-language recipes for Sopa Teologa appeared to be a post from "Yanuq, Cooking in Peru." I haven't tried the recipe, but it's the one that my cousin who is married to a Trujillano sent as definitive. Another one from a Peruvian site differs very little. Many of the images of Sopa Teologa show it garnished with slices of hard-boiled eggs and/or black olives.

http://www.yanuq.com/english/recipe.asp?idreceta=63

"SOPA TEOLOGA / Theological Soup      

   Ingredients :
 
2.2 lb to 3 lb (1 - 1 ½ k) chicken or hen
2 celery stalks
1 large carrot, diced
1 leek, cut in 3-inch pieces
Oregano
Salt
Pepper
Bay leaf
¼ cup chopped parsley
6 to 8 bread slices
2 garlic cloves, crushed
2 medium onions, chopped
2 tablespoons ají amarillo fresco / fresh yellow aji (chili) seeded, deveined
1 tomato, peeled, seeded and chopped
Oil
9 oz (1/2 lb) fresh farmers cheese (feta), diced
3 medium potatoes, peeled and diced
2 cups milk

   Preparation:

To prepare stock place chicken or hen pieces in a large pan. Cover with water. Add carrot, celery, leek, oregano, salt, pepper, bay leaf and parsley sprig. If its a hen boil for 2 hours, a chicken will cook in less time. When cooked, remove chicken bones and cut meat in pieces. Save stock.

On a separate bowl, soak bread slices in milk combined with stock (about ½ cup). Blend or process.

Sauté onion, add garlic, blended aji and tomato in a pan. Season to taste. Add the processed bread. Stir until thickened.

Add 4 cups of chicken or hen stock and bring to a boil for 20 minutes. Add potatoes, and cheese. Boil for 10 minutes more until potatoes are cooked.

Finally add milk and chicken pieces.

Serve in soup dishes and garnish with chopped parsley.   8 servings"


The soup theologian Easter











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Thursday, January 9, 2014

Intelligent plants? What's a vegetarian to do?



 Food? or sentient beings? [Market at Ortygia (Siracusa) in Sicily, September 2013. TWC photo.]

     A recent article by Michael Pollan in The New Yorker details major new scientific research that suggests that plants are far more sentient than most of us think. What does that mean for vegetarians? If that potato, or the celery stalk, or the raddicio are all ripped from living things with intelligence, able to to sense chemicals, sounds, light and react appropriately should we be eating them? Should we become frutarians and only eat fruits, nuts, and seeds -- things that the plant wants to have separated from itself, to further its species?

      And what about fermentation? Should we allow other creatures -- bacteria, yeasts, and fungi to partially digest our fruits and nuts before we eat them, as suggested by Sandor Katz and others? Note -- when we eat the pickles, yogurt, bread, and the like, we are intentionally consuming whole clouds and colonies of these helpful creatures.

      But then -- fruit. Should we even eat that? Eve "ate of the fruit of the tree." Why was it a fruit, and not the leaf, or flower? Does this mean that fruit contains knowledge, like the pills imagined by L.Frank Baum that were distributed by the Highly Magnified and Thoroughly Educated Woggle-Bug in "The Marvelous Land of Oz?"

       Of course, much of the human race is omnivorous, eating meat and dairy products, along with fruits and vegetables. Whether their food is sentient or not generally doesn't enter into the calculus of whether it should be eaten, just as long as it's not the next door neighbor. For some vegetarians and religious groups, however, the intelligence of the food is an important issue. For them, the new research might raise questions about the ethics of eating the recommended five servings of fruits and vegetables daily.

Are plants really that smart? 

     "When food is scarce and acacias are overbrowsed, it has been reported, the trees produce sufficient amounts of toxin to kill the [antelopes]," says Pollan  A plant that can produce its own weapons to kill an attacker sounds fairly "intelligent" to me.


                                         Which is smarter, the corn or the geese?

       Even better, "Several species, including corn and lima beans, emit a chemical distress call when attacked by caterpillars. Parasitic wasps some distance away lock in on that scent, follow it to the afflicted plant, and proceed to slowly destroy the caterpillars."

      Plants use chemicals to communicate with each other, to defend themselves, and to attract creatures who will pollinate their flowers. An example is caffeine, which a New York Times article describes as both attractive to bees and toxic in larger doses to herbivores. Some plants deploy high doses of caffeine in seedlings, and in leaves and stems as toxins to discourage creatures that might eat them. Citrus plants, such as lemons, grapefruits and oranges, have caffeine in their flowers, where it draws honeybees. They  remember those flowers better, and return for another dose. Smart plant.


Bees on an orange blossom 

     Another example of clever (yes, that's anthropomorphizing) behavior is the ability of mushrooms to create little winds that help spread their spores. A recent article describes how "oyster and shiitake mushrooms release water vapour that cools the air around them, creating convection currents. This in turn generates miniature winds that lift their spoors into the air." Scientists believe that it's likely that most mushrooms can do the same thing.

                              Anchorage mushrooms, August 2013 [TWC photo]


What about wheat?

      Initial Google searches mostly turned up opinions about the evils of wheat. Is wheat attacking us, poisoning us with phytochemicals and gluten,so that we will stop eating it? That's what some of these writers appear to be saying. Given that today's wheats exist only because of human breeding, and could not live in the wild because their seeds are too tightly encased in the hulls, it would seem suicidal on the part of the wheat.

                                 Alaska wheat at State Fair, August 24, 2013 [Photo, TWC]

        Wheat plants do produce chemicals to fight off specific pests. Aphids, for example, are attracted to wheat seedlings that haven't been chewed on by other creatures. But once the aphids show up, the seedlings emit  odors into the air that repel other aphids. Other research done on corn and cotton plants shows that while the insect chews on the plant, it releases digestive juices that trigger the plant to create substances that will be toxic to the insect, and/or repel other insects, and/or attract parasitic wasps to come and lay their eggs on the invading insect. What's more, it does this during the daylight, and not at night when the insects aren't feeding.

                               Wheat field, Berrien County, Michigan. [Photo, Micki Glueckert]

      Nonetheless, the aphids continue to eat the wheat. British scientists are studying ways to change the wheat genes so that it makes stronger insecticides. Others are looking at altering what happens in the tiny aphids' digestive systems so that they die from eating wheat, and other mechanisms to shift the natural balance in favor of the farmer. Aphids gotta eat too, son, but hopefully something else.

                                                             English grain aphid

       Wheat doesn't just have insects and other creatures from the animal kingdom to fend off. Some weeds send out chemicals through their roots that inhibit the growth of wheat that's nearby. "Roots of certain plants produce allochemic substances which check the growth of other plants to conserve resources, such as, Convolvulus arvensis, a weed that inhibits the germination and growth of wheat." Convolvulus is field bindweed, a morning-glory relative, and considered one of the most noxious weeds around. Horses that eat it get sick, it carries viruses that infect other plants, and it has a dozen different ways of invading and choking off other plants, above and below ground. [Parenthetically, it also is being studied for its ability to inhibit tumor growth, and might have other uses in medicine.]

                                                   Field bindweed 

The microbiome -- wheat and microbes serve each other

      At the other end of the spectrum, wheat, like all living creatures (humans included), survives only in a complicated network of microbes living around and on it. The microbes need the wheat just as much for their survival, as shown in studies dating back at least to the 1920s. The wheat roots provide a surface for fungi to grow on, and the fungi draw nutrients from the wheat itself. But in exchange, the filaments that the fungi send out draw moisture to surround the wheat roots, acting as tiny irrigation systems.

            One experiment showed how wheat could be altered to grow in high heat and drought. Scientists sterilized the wheat seeds to remove their existing microbiomes, then covered them with microbes that normally grow on grasses that live near hot springs at temperatures of 160 degrees Fahrenheit. The wheat wrapped in its new microbiome thrived in the heat, and used 50% less water.

     It does begin to look like plants, wheat included, can act with purpose to protect themselves, and  to shape conditions to improve their lots in life. That doesn't mean that we should stop eating them and become breatharians (there's no evidence that that's a sustainable approach). If we could figure out a way for our own microbiomes to incorporate chloroplasts, living on air along with soil, sun, and water has potential (some creatures do this already). For now, at least, we might want to accept the fact that we live in a world of mutually interdependent species, and start enjoying all of the companions that we carry around with us.

        St. Josep Market on Las Ramblas, Barcelona, November 4, 2011 [Photo, TWC.]



Monday, November 11, 2013

Who gives a fig for brownies?



                                       Figs ripening in Rome, September 8, 2013.

For me, the first snow in Anchorage either means crawling under the covers and spending the afternoon in deep denial, or looking for an antidote, usually involving decadently rich chocolate concoctions. Caramel-cherry-fig brownies captured my attention with this weekend's snowfall, and proved worthy of every delicious moment of anticipation during the making and baking. No dried cherries? Use all figs. The only thing I’d do differently is try to remember the vinegar, which would have added just a lingering note of brightness.


                                             Anchorage snow, November 11, 2013.



                                        Ingredients for fig-caramel brownies.

Fig/caramel sauce

  • 8 ounces dried black mission figs, chopped
  • 3/4 - 7/8 cup prepared caramel sauce
  • 1 1/2 teaspoons balsamic vinegar

Mix together, set aside.

Brownies ingredients

  • 8 ounces bittersweet (not unsweetened) or semisweet chocolate, coarsely chopped (Guittard wafers work well)
  • 9 tablespoons (1 stick plus 1 tablespoon)  butter
  • 1/4 cup heavy whipping cream
  • 1 cup packed brown sugar, and 1/4 cup white sugar (or use all white sugar)
  • 3 large eggs
  • Two teaspoons vanilla extract
  • 1 1/4 cups all purpose flour
  • 1/4 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1/4 teaspoon baking powder
  • 1/4 teaspoon salt
  • 6 ounces bittersweet or semisweet chocolate chips (Ghiradelli makes good chips)

Preparation

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Butter and flour 13x9x2 inch metal baking pan (I lined the pan with parchment paper).

         Chocolate mixture

Stir 8 ounces chocolate wafers (or coarsely chopped chocolate), butter, and cream in medium saucepan over medium heat until melted and smooth. Cool to lukewarm, about 15 minutes.

         Sugar, eggs, vanilla

Whisk sugars, eggs, and vanilla in large bowl until well blended, about 1 minute.

       Combining brownie ingredients

 ∙ Whisk chocolate mixture into sugar, vanilla and egg mixture.
 ∙ Sift flour, baking soda, baking powder, and salt over, then stir to blend.
 ∙ Mix in chocolate chips.
 ∙ Spread batter evenly in the pan.

        Adding fig caramel

Drop the fig/caramel mixture onto batter by tablespoonfuls. Use the tip of small knife to swirl the fig/caramel mix slightly into batter.

Baking and cooling

Bake brownies until the caramel on the top bubbles, the top of the batter is dry, and a toothpick inserted near center comes out with moist crumbs attached, about 30 - 35 minutes. Cool brownies in pan on rack.

Serving

Cut into one-inch squares. Eat as is, or top with whipped cream, ice cream, or rum sauce -- anything suitably over the top.  They might be good with a lemon or raspberry sauce or sorbet too.


                                  Brownies, glazed with buttery caramel and rich with figs.



Adapted from a recipe for brownie with caramel, fig and dried cherries jam. http://www.tastebook.com/recipes/2268796-BROWNIES-WITH-CARAMEL-FIG-and-DRIED-CHERRY-JAM?full_recipe=true.   Source: Lulu Petite in San Francisco

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Thanksgiving dinner, 2013. Oy vey!



         
                                A Smithsonian Magazine picture of the first Thanksgiving.

Dear Miss Advice:
 
    Thanksgiving this year was the first day of Hanukkah. We had to light the candles and play dreidl before we could eat dinner. Betty’s kid cheated and won all the rounds in dreidl, so the other kids were in tears. Me too.



    Then it was time for dinner. Twenty-five relatives came, and every single one was on a different diet. Uncle Ira Tating was gluten-free, so we had to make no-bread stuffing just for him. His brother Agi Tating brought brownies made with his medical marijuana, and he expected us all to have them before dinner. It wasn’t OK, because his dealer gets really bad stuff.

    Ally said Thursday was her day for kale-rutabaga-mango juice and that was all she was going to eat. Well, drink. Then she sat around looking mournful and saying, “Oh my god, how can you eat those things? Don’t you know how bad they are for you?”



    My wife’s brother Ander Thal went paleo with all meat and fat and no grains. He wanted the turkey rare, no carbs. His wife Tiffany was paleo vegan. Do you have any idea how hard it is to feed a paleo vegan? Or what rare turkey tastes like?



    Tom was only eating raw vegetables and wanted uncooked sweet potatoes, with just a touch of grated ginger. It would be easier to feed people slices of the moon.





    Joyce discovered a cabbage cores diet from the 1950s, so she brought a dish of them to serve with the turkey. Lucky for her, she got to eat the whole thing. Harry and Betty were re-enacting Plimouth Rock, and showed up in costume with facts about everything – “the Pilgrims didn’t have those, the Indians fixed it this way . . .” Every time someone questioned them on it, they whipped out their iPhones and started looking up answers. Darned if they weren’t always right.


  Plimouth Rock
                       
    It was bad from the start. Sven had gotten into molecular cooking and showed up with cranberries frozen in liquid nitrogen. They burst open and blew red powder all over everything, so when the cops showed up wondering what the fire in the back yard was all about, everyone was covered in red and they thought it was blood. But the fire was just the turkey exploding when the deep fat fryer went up in flames. Uncle Agi offered the police some brownies, but fortunately they got distracted when Cousin Josh showed up yelling about his crispy cockroaches in sriracha sauce.



    My wife said that the exploding turkey counted for the Hanukkah menorah for the rest of the week because Hanukkah is all about oil. Did we have to pray over it to make that work? Is God going to get me for making jokes about holy oil?

    She forgot and cooked all of the sweet potatoes, so Tom didn’t have any, and had to sweet-talk Ally out of some of her kale juice. I hate sweet potatoes, but I had to eat them for the next week.  


     Cousin Sam came too. All he did was tell me how to put stamps into my stamp albums, for the first hour, and after that he snored through the whole football game. Grandpa’s team lost the game, and he blamed it on the aliens who invaded last week and were living in the garage.

The Alien in the Garage and Other Stories

                Sincerely,

                Forget the turkey, I’m hoping the kitchen will explode next year

Dear Exploding:

    Have you considered calling in sick for Thanksgiving? How hard can it be to arrange for the aliens to abduct someone – the relatives, if possible, or just you if that’s the only choice?

    Your strategy for next year is to play the relatives off against each other. Put Cousin Sam in the kitchen with your wife and those sweet potatoes. He’ll distract her, the sweet potatoes will burn, and voila – none to eat.

    Put Sven to work on the cabbage cores with his liquid nitrogen. It will improve them immensely. Whatever you do, keep him away from the deep-fat fryer.

Liquid Nitrogen coming to Tang

    Make sure that Cousin Josh brings those cockroaches again, or maybe mealworms in curry sauce. The rare turkey will taste a lot better by comparison.


My Cat Won't Kill a Cockroach
Cat watching cockroach. 

    It won’t be Hanukkah, but start a new tradition and play dreidl anyway. Lace the chocolate gold coins with Xanax, and play several rounds before dinner. Make sure that everyone wins some and eats them. You might have to send Betty's kid to the back yard to watch the turkey.

320px-Chocolate-Gold-Coins.jpg (320×164)

    Find your Uncle Agi a new dealer, and save a few of those brownies for grandpa in case his team loses again.
 
    The exploding turkey does not substitute for lighting the menorah, despite the quantities of oil involved, and there are no prayers that you can say over it that will fix that. And don’t forget that the first day of Hanukkah and Thanksgiving don’t coincide for another 77,000 years. You shouldn't have to worry about this again, but if you’re still around then I don’t want to meet you in the dark.





Friday, November 8, 2013

Pizza for dinner -- just not mine



                                              All of the toppings, ready for the pizza.

May 25, 2013: Not a thing wrong with Bear Tooth pizza -- it's our favorite. But that wasn't the plan for the evening. We were going to have sourdough pizza crust, topped with homemade marinara sauce, fresh shaved Parmesan cheese,  and other delicious things. This time, I was going to pay attention, watch over the rising dough hour by hour, making it my top priority all day long. This time, it would work just right.

                                         Pizza dough, rising.

Except that it didn't. I followed Tartine instructions for basic bread to get three small balls of dough, about 8 ounces each. Then I used instructions for Italian pan pizza for making two of the balls into pizza crusts, and made the third into a small foccacia. So far, so good.

The pizza crusts, like everything else I've tried recently, didn't rise after shaping. I'm perplexed. Up until I shape the dough for its final rise, it's been airy, bubbly, sweet-smelling, with a smooth skin and great form. Until I shape it into crust, or foccacia, or a ciabbata loaf. Then it just sits. After an hour or two, I put it in the oven because it's gotten to be midnight, or company is arriving soon. It didn't rise outside the oven, and didn't have any oven spring either. The bread  that comes out is nicely browned and tastes fine (when I remember the salt), but you would have to say that it's "chewy," as in sea cucumber chewy, or badly-cooked squid. This was the third or fourth try at foccacias, flatbreads, and ciabbatas, and the results have been pretty consistent.

[The foccacia part of this batch of dough had some rise, but I forgot the salt. Bread needs very little salt, but its absence is as noticeable as a wrong note in a violin solo. It lasts longer though -- every bite reminds you that yes, you forgot the salt. Again.]

                                          Foccacia, not for dinner.

Foccacia wasn't for dinner in any case. The guests were invited for pizza, and the pizza dough didn't work at all. Luckily, we had guacamole as an appetizer and that, with a bottle of wine, kept the party going while Jim and one of the guys ran to Bear Tooth for take-out pizza.

Here's my guacamole recipe. No sourdough recipes for a while to come.

Teri's guacamole

The amount of lime juice, salt and salsa that you use will depend on personal taste, and the size of the avocados, which can vary a lot from season to season.

Five ripe avocadoes in large pieces (halves or quarters), skin and pits discarded
Two to four tablespoons Nellie Joe's key lime juice
One tablespoon salt
One eighth to one quarter cup finely chopped fresh cilantro leaves
Eight ounces medium spicy salsa from a jar (Fresh salsa tends to be too watery, and the flavors aren't blended as well as salsa from a jar)

Combine in a large bowl, and chop.  The real secret -- the final guacamole should  be a bit chunky. I use a Foley nut chopper (you can find them on eBay and the like), you could also mash with a large fork, or  anything that will leave you with some pureed avocado and lots of pieces of different sizes. Think coarsely chopped nuts, or Grape Nuts. Because the textures are varied, the individual tastes comes through, with an underlying smooth base of flavor. Serve with your favorite chips.

Followup note, November 7, 2013: An experienced baker told me recently that the key to a light sourdough crust or bread is to provide a really moist environment -- not just in the oven, but during the final rise. I haven't tried that yet, but will rejoice and post the results if it works.







Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Sicilian wheat, a smattering of tastes




The Sicilian flag shows Medusa's head, with ears of wheat alternating with the three legs that some say represent the three corners of Sicily. One source says that the Gorgons (Medusa was one of three) represented the destructive aspect of Athena. Perseus cut off her head and presented it to Athena who wore it on her shield. Thus the presence of Medusa on the Sicilian flag shows Athena's protection of  the island.

The three legs show up in symbolism elsewhere in Europe and throughout the world, so  they may represent other qualities as well. In 1082, the Normans who invaded Sicily took the three legged-symbol back to the Isle of Man, which then used it (just the legs) for its own symbol. Another interpretation of the three legs is that they represent the Greek name for Sicily, trinakrias, Sicily adopted the flag in 1282; its red represents Palermo, and  the yellow stands for Corleone, the two major cities of the time on the island.




Wheat has been one of the glories of Sicily since its Greek days, and possibly before. A couple of years ago, a friend guest-blogged here about Gold from Sicily. Since that  time, I've had the good fortune to visit Sicily and see a bit of that history and present day myself. Although we went in September and missed seeing the wheat fields in their glory, we had ample chance to sample Sicilian cuisine. From pastas to pizzas, from elaborate cakes, to memorials of martyrs, to daily breads, we saw and tasted wheat in many forms. Here are a few.



Pastry shop in Catania, with elaborate cakes.


Cannoli, with pistachio and strawberry jam decor.



Baker in small shop near the waterfront, Catania.



Breads for sale at the Catania market, September 18, 2013.



Pizza for lunch in Ortygia (Siracusa), from Cafe Professore, eaten outdoors on a square (September 18).


Cafe Professore -- everything you could want in an Italian cafe on a hot day -- a shady spot on the square, good pizza, cold drinks, gelato, and air conditioning inside for a brief respite from the sun's heat.


Ruins of the temple to Apollo, just down the street from the Cafe Professore.


Sfinciuni, the Sicilian version of pizza (recipe and more detail here). Alice at the Hotel Trieste sent us to a bakery nearby to get this. This one is stuffed with broccoli, and a bit of onion and mushroom.


The wrapping paper for the sfinciuni.


Bread for dinner in Catania, September 18.



Spaghetti with cherry tomatoes and basil, Catania, September 18.


The house wine, at Vineria i Picasso.