This is Real Bread Maker Week in the UK and in special tribute to such an important event I’m writing about Garfagnana Potato Bread.

Garfagnana potato bread

Real Bread Maker Paolo Magazzini at his wood-fired oven

The Garfagnana is a spectacularly beautiful mountainous region in northwest Tuscany, due north of Lucca.

Garfagnana potato bread

The view from Paolo's bakery in the Garfagnana

As traditional cuisine goes in Italy, potato bread is new. I’ve been told that during the second world war, bread flour was scarce in the Garfagnana. It doesn’t do well on the rocky mountain terraces and has to be brought up the Serchio Valley from the Lucca plain. Since the valley was part of the Gothic Line during the war, not much could pass through the crossfire between the Germans and Americans. Potatoes, however, thrive, and people started adding mashed potato to bread dough to eke out the flour.

Garfagnana potato bread

Garfagnana potatoes

Since it also has the beneficial effect of producing a moister loaf which lasts for a week without turning into those rigid white bricks of southern Tuscany, people continued to make it. It has so far infiltrated the traditional cuisine that Slow Food has honoured it with Presidium status, and what was a staple of peasants now appears as a glamorous star on the tables of foodies.

Garfagnana potato bread

The loaf

Garfagnana potato bread

The perfect crumb and crust

The doyen of Garfagnana Potato Bread is Paolo Magazzini of Petrognola.

Garfagnana potato bread maker

Paolo: kind, generous and skilled real bread maker and instructor

Paolo’s mother was the village baker before him. When she was no longer fit for the arduous task, Paolo couldn’t bear to see the tradition die and took over her role. He built a new wood-fired oven that can hold 50 1-kilo loaves, instead of the 20 loaves his mother’s oven could bake at one time.

Garfagnana potato bread oven

Paolo's wood-fired oven

During the week he bakes to order and his customers come to his wife’s shop in the village to collect their loaves. On Friday night he bakes as many as 150 loaves and on Saturday morning drives down the valley to Lucca, dropping off bread at shops and restaurants on the way.

Garfagnana potato bread

Paolo cleans the bottoms of the loaves and packs them ready to take down the valley

I take my clients to Paolo’s bakery to bake potato bread with him. He’s a natural teacher as well as a Real Bread Maker. The next blog will describe what we learn.

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At the fruttivendola (fruit and veg shop) in La Villa, Bagni di Lucca, last week, I found the first signs of spring vegetables. Among them were carciofi mamme, or mamma’s artichokes. They’re bigger and more rotund than the pointy petite winter ones. The mamme don’t have spines at the tips of the leaves to draw blood if you’re not careful while preparing them.

Mamma's artichokes are fat and gentle

In fact, they resemble the globe artichokes we get in England during the summer, which I usually boil and eat dipped in melted butter. I’d never cooked them in Italy and I could have found a recipe on the internet when I got home, but it wouldn’t have told me how people prepare it here where I live. I always ask the person I’m buying from; they invariably know how to cook what they’re selling, and love to describe it to you. One of the many advantages of small shops over supermarkets. This one was simple.

Assembling the stuffing

Break off some of the outer leaves. Cut the stem off even with the base so it will sit in a saucepan. Peel the stringy outer part off the stems. Make a stuffing from a little stale bread softened in water and crumbled by hand, some finely chopped pancetta, the peeled stems, parsley and garlic. The quantities are up to you. Open out the leaves and use a teaspoon to remove the choke from the centre if there is one. Press the stuffing into the centre and between the individual leaves. Heat some extra-virgin olive oil in a saucepan into which the stuffed artichokes will just fit and put them in bottoms down. Brown the bottoms for about 5 minutes. Pour in a glass of white wine and boil until the alcohol has evaporated. Add boiling water to come halfway up the artichokes, cover and simmer for about 45 minutes until tender. Remove the lid, raise the heat and boil until the liquid has reduced to form a good flavoured sauce. Allow to cool a bit before serving so they can be eaten with your fingers. Use some crusty country bread to mop up the sauce. Messy but full of beautifully blended flavours.

Stuffed Mamma's artichoke alla Bagni di Lucca

Break off a leaf and some stuffing and scrape the artichoke flesh off the leaf with your lower teeth

Try it yourself, but please, please wait until globe artichokes are in season near you. It takes some time to prepare and won’t be worth the effort if the artichokes have been flown halfway round the world and then kept in a warehouse for a week and in the supermarket for another week. If no one cultivates artichokes near you, don’t bother. Cook something else.

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On Saturday I bought the last three blood oranges — tarocco in Italian — in my village shop. From now until next January I’ll look forward to the sweet sharp burst of flavour when I taste the first to arrive from Sicily in the new season.

The last blood oranges of the season, a little mangy but still delicious

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Rice fritters for St Joseph's day

Fritelle di San Giuseppe and flowers of spring

Today is Saint Joseph’s day and in northern and central Italy we traditionally eat rice fritters. I bought some this morning at the bar-pasticcieria in Ponte a Serraglio. I couldn’t resist taking a couple of bites before I got home to take the photo. Every family has its secret recipe. These are light and airy, but the ones Eugenia made for the wild boar dinner Saturday night were lusciously creamy inside.

The celebration of Saint Joseph’s day is also tied to a pagan tradition allied to the annual agricultural cycle. It was the day of bonfires when all the dead remains of the previous year’s harvest were cleared up and destroyed in huge fires that burned throughout the night as a rite of purification and to welcome the spring. In the 20th century it was designated as fathers’ day and children made presents for their fathers.

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What more could possibly be said about soup after my three blogs in 2010 about the Slow Food Lucchese e Compitese soup tournament (see links below)? Lots, judging by the animated discussions at the last elimination round last Thursday.

The organisers

photo by Heather Jarman

Soup discussions

First, this isn’t a tournament in which any old liquid served in a bowl can be submitted to the judges (who are us, the public). It’s not the case that one cook makes cream of mushroom and another leek and potato. This is a competition only for ‘zuppa alla frantoiana’. The nearest we get to it in English is ‘minestrone’. But this doesn’t mean that every entry is the same. Quite the reverse. Every entry is startlingly different from the others.

photo Heather Jarman

Here come the zuppas

There is general agreement on the four basic ingredients:

  • beans, either red beans of Lucca or borlotti
  • cavolo nero
  • olive oil, new season extra virgin of Lucca (naturally)
  • stale, toasted bread

Fagiolo rosso di Lucca (red beans of Lucca)

Cavolo nero waiting eagerly to be made into zuppa

photo Heather Jarman

Newly born extra virgin olive oil of Lucca

Ideal bread for zuppa

After that, it’s every cook on her or his own. The variations are numerous and depend on the family recipe — mamma’s or nonna’s or mother-in-law’s.

 

At the delightful rustic restaurant A’ Palazzo (Brancoli), the diners I could hear from my table seemed to have very refined palettes. One woman identified marjoram, perhaps too much, in one sample. Another definitely too much thyme. A big argument about fennel (seed and fresh). Should there be any? No, said some. Definitely, said others, but if there’s too much it covers the other flavours. A couple of my bugbears are no whole beans and too much bread (this isn’t pappa al pomodoro, after all).

Intensity of aroma is one characteristic to be judged

The winner? Manuela Girelli of the Brancoli. I might have been even prouder than her husband — notice his big grin because it’s his mother’s recipe. Her zuppa tasted very similar to the one I make. Maybe I should enter next year’s tournament?

The winner with her husband and the other contestants

Tonight is the GRAND FINALE!!!! I’m taking Debra Kolka, who writes the Bagni di Lucca and Beyond blog, and she’ll be reporting on it with lots of great photos.

Read more about zuppa:  Soup Tournament, Elegy to Zuppa, Soup put to the test, Souprize

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