Sights and Sounds of Catania’s Fish Market (including a guy cleaning squid with his teeth)

The scene – I’m walking around Catania’s lively fish market last week, the day after having hiked Mount Etna. I run into a guy from Hong Kong who was in my group hiking the volcano.

Guy from Hong Kong: I love this (he’s got his very serious looking camera out and is snapping away with abandon).

Me: Yeah, it’s great, but you must have better fish markets in Hong Kong selling every imaginable fish known to man.

GFHK:  Bigger, yes. Better no. Everybody is yelling here, I love it.

GFHK has a point and here is a video to back up that premise:

In sociology they talk about how those studying people have an effect on how the studied people act. For example, if a sociologist goes into the field to study, say the fishmongers in Catania, those fishmongers will change their way of acting because they know they are being watched. Probably true in most cases, but not here at the Catania fish market. These guys positively ignored me even though I stuck my camera right up into the action.

You have got to have a look at how this guy cleans the squid while completely disregarding my presence (not to be seen if you’re about to eat some fish you have just acquired at an open-air market).

Here’s a link to the site of a guy (online alias Peter Parkoor) who I met in Catania and has some nice photos of the fish market.

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Under Etna’s Peak, 24 Hours Before the Year’s 6th Explosion

Alas, all good things must come to an end and so it is with Southern Italian volcano tours. Yesterday I made it up Etna as far as you are allowed to go, about 3,000 meters (the top is a bit above 3,300, but it’s closed due to some recent eruptions). The wind blew heavy most of the time with gusts reaching 70 kilometers an hour, according to the weather report, enough to knock over somebody weighing 74 kilograms.

Heading up towards Etna's peak, 11 April 2012

Heading up towards Etna's peak, 11 April 2012

Despite the dodgy weather and the occasionally extreme conditions, it was an excellent walk almost entirely through hard-packed snow. Even from my close up view from right under the peak for several hours yesterday, the peak remained obscured the whole time by cloud cover giving the illusion that I was at the top of the mountain. Today, of course, it has been clear with Etna’s peak visible from Catania. In the late afternoon a huge plume of smoke emerged from one of the top craters in what is sixth eruption this year.

Etna, 12 April 2012, compliments of Catania Today

Etna, 12 April 2012, compliments of Catania Today

It is with a bit of regret that I read the eruption is not expected to cancel any flights out of Catania today. Guess the volcano tour is really over. I will update with a link when my article is published.

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Volcano Mania Continues in Southern Italy

The weather cleared after two days and I made it up (and down) the volcano on Stromboli. This is a most surreal island with these people living in the shadow, very literally the shadow, of a super-active volcano.

Stromboli...those are not clouds, that's steam and other gasses coming out of the volcano.

Stromboli...those are not clouds, that's steam and other gasses coming out of the volcano.

I’m here touring Italy’s active volcanoes on assignment so no more details on them for now. That is except to say that after Stromboli I stopped off in Vulcano, yes, an island actually called “Volcano” where I hiked another volcano that though smaller is equally interesting.

Staring down into Vulcano's volcano.

Staring down into Vulcano's volcano.

After Vulcano I got another boat to Sicily where today if everything works out I’ll be heading up Etna, the mother of all Italian (and European) volcanoes.

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Easter Marooned on a Deserted Island

Okay so it’s not exactly deserted here and marooned might be a stretch in that I haven’t been abandoned and I’m not really isolated as there are another 500 people in the vicinity. But it is Easter and I am on an island.

And not just any island as this happens to be Stromboli, a speck in the Mediterranean that is completely dominated by one of the world’s most active volcanoes.

I’ve come to climb the volcano, only allowed if you’re accompanied by a guide, but clouds covered said volcano yesterday causing my guide to cancel with the explanation that going up with cloud cover makes no sense because you won’t be able to see the spewing of lava that happens like clockwork every 15-20 minutes. A storm with strong winds and driving rain is lashing the island as I write washing out  any chance we could go today.

And so it is that I sip very hot tea in a café at Stromboli’s mini-port contemplating life on this Easter Sunday.

Hydrofoil connections to the other Aeolian Islands and the mainland have been cancelled due to the choppy sea so there’s no escaping even if I wanted (maybe I am marooned after all).

I’ve got no intention of going anywhere anyway. I’m not leaving this island until I’ve looked down into Stromboli’s crater and with the weather forecast to improve tomorrow I just might manage…

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Sassicaia, Ornellaia and …

Imagine for a second a wine tasting with Sassicaia, Ornellaia and too many other Super Tuscans to count, nine Brunellos, 13 Barolos, and several world class sparkling wines to rival champagne. Oh yeah, and Gaja’s Barbaresco and six Amarones.

That was just part of the more than 100 wines being poured at a tasting over the weekend in Verona ahead of the Vinitaly, the city’s annual trade dedicated to Italian wine that is being held through Wednesday. The event is a collaboration between Operawine (a joint venture between Vinitaly and the Verona trade fair) and Wine Spectator, which helped pick the producers. The list is supposed to give a good cross section of what Italian grapes have to offer the world though clearly there was an emphasis on the big names.

But it wasn’t only about Italy’s well-known, full-bodied reds and its increasingly well-respected traditional method (how champagne is made) sparklers. There were also rich and fruity structured whites, not customarily thought of as an Italian strong point, that seemed like something you’d expect to be produced on the other side of the Alps.

I tasted 28 wines, not nearly as many as I had planned, but with only two hours and huge crowds that was the best my tasting companions and I could manage. I was accompanied by English journalist Michael Day, the Milan correspondent for The Independent; Maarten Veeger, a Dutch journalist making a video on the event for the La Stampa website; and Susannah Gold, a wine consultant who writes prolifically on the subject.

We started with the aforementioned sparkling wines with all of us particularly struck by Giulio Ferrari 2001 produced by Ferrari of Trento. Straw color with a rich perlage, it immediately hits you with its aromas of fresh white citrus, specifically grapefruit, followed by that distinctive yeast touch that is present on the best traditional method sparkling wines. On the palate you get long lasting flavors of flowers and almonds with, perhaps, at the end a hint of vanilla.

We followed with Marco Falluga’s Collio Disore 2008 made with tocai Friulano, pinot bianco and sauvignon blanc. A wonderful full-bodied Italian with a dominance both on the nose and the palate of rich white mature fruits. The hint of banana and honey comes later. Don’t miss this one.

There were a few more whites in here, but soon we moved onto the reds. Call us stupid.

We tried three 2007 Barolos and think we were in agreement that though intriguing they need a few more years in the bottle to tone done the aggressive tannins that are so characteristic of the nebbiolo grape. I’m not sure I agree with the decision to come to a tasting like this with such a young Barolo. Almost all the Barolos on offer were from 2007, though I did notice a 2006 and a 2008 that we didn’t manage to try.

The Brunellos were plentiful and we tried several, my favorite was Siro Pacenti 2007. Sad to say we only managed 1 amarone, terrible considering we were in Verona. It was Zenato 2007 very jammy, as the best amarones are.

The Sassicaia 2008 lives up to reputation, if not the shock caused by the very hefty sticker price. Being from California I can’t help being a sucker for a Bordeaux blend that exalts the cabernet sauvignon grape. This is as rich as they come and though ready to drink, you can’t help thinking it’ll be even better in five years. Not surprising for a cabernet-heavy Super Tuscan.

Next up was Ornellaia 2006, rich, structured, but tough to follow Sassicaia. After the Ornellaia we had a few more Super Tuscans, though those made with predominately the sangiovese grape, the same one in Brunello and the main one in Chianti. Big mistake. The sangiovese is a much subtle than cabernet sauvignon (and is really best enjoyed with food). A good Chianti makes you want to eat. I found the same thing with the sangiovese Super Tuscans (could just be that after all those wines, and only some spitting out, I was actually really in need of food). Note to self: next time don’t go from the cabernet sauvignon-dominated Super Tuscans to the sangiovese ones or else make sure you leave enough time for the palate to recover. As mentioned, time was not on our side.

And to those who might think we concentrated a little too much on the obvious choices, I agree, but defend the decision because it is not every day that I find myself with all of these wines at my fingertips.

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A Cheese Orgy Worth the Trek North

As far as cheese orgies go, there are bigger. There are also sexier, and to be perfectly honest better. But for intimateness and setting it would be hard to beat the Festival del Formaggio in Campo Tures in the most northern point of Italy’s most northern region, Trentino-Alto Adige.

The 10th edition of the cheese festival, or Käse Festival in German, the tongue spoken by people up here in what was Austria until 1918, took place this past weekend with more than 10,000 visitors stopping in at the stands of 100 producers presenting almost 1,000 cheeses. Not bad for an event that started a decade ago with three producers and ten visitors. In addition to cheese from Alto Adige, the top half of the Trentino-Alto Adige region, many other regions were represented as were several foreign countries including the Netherlands with Gouda, obviously.

It all started a bit more than a decade ago with a local from the Valle Aurina, the valley where Campo Tures is located, deciding he wanted to find a way to keep formaggio grigio, a native cheese, from being lost to the onslaught of culinary standardization. Formaggio grigio, literally “gray cheese,” can be aged, semi-hard and crumbly (as it is in Valle Aurina) or soft with the consistency of ricotta. My cheese tastes revolve around mozzarella, ricotta, scamorza and other “fresh” cheeses so formaggio grigio is not my thing, but under the tent in Campo Tures (Sand in Taufers in German) I was decidedly in the minority.

At the festival you’ll also find lots of breads, Alto Adige might have the best bread in Italy, as well as sweets and speck (smoked ham). An event in Alto Adige without speck is like summer in San Francisco without fog, an intriguing idea that will never come to pass. There has most probably never been an event of any importance in Alto Adige where speck did not feature prominently. While I haven’t yet warmed up to formaggio grigio, I’m a fan of speck (as well as Frisco in the summer) and have the distinction of having taken third place at a sandwich making competition with a speck and California date panino.

And the end of the day the festival is about trying to get you to pony up for some cheese, and the aforementioned speck, but the event is also about saving local customs. As such there were people walking around in mountain attire stopping to occasionally partake in what could only be called the local version of square dancing. There is nothing like some folk dancing to fire up the crowd and get them in a cheese-buying mood.

For the first eight editions the festival was yearly, now it’s every two years (on the second weekend of March), so you have to wait until 2014 for your next shot at this intimate cheese orgy. In addition to pretty decent skiing, up here you can also burrow more than a kilometer into an old mine to breathe what is claimed to be the best air in Italy…been there, done that, more later.

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Throwing Oranges in Ivrea

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I’m a sucker for Italy’s town festivals. The more original the sagra the better and there are few more original than the Battaglia delle Arance, Battle of the Oranges, in the northwest city of Ivrea. For three days culminating in … Continue reading

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