Sicilian Jasmine Blancmange & Book Raffle

July 28, 2011

It’s the Season of Jasmine. Take in a lungful and you get high. I don’t know how many Sicilians perfume their family altar with jasmine like Santina does, but I do know many use it in their cooking.

The bush I planted on the balcony two years ago has finally exploded into bloom. So I couldn’t pass up the chance to try the Jasmine Blancmange recipe from a little book called Sicily’s Favorite Recipes by Russotto and Sichel. Below is a slight adaptation.

INGREDIENTS

20 jasmine flowers

500 ml (2 cups) whole milk

50 g (2 oz) white chocolate

50 g (3-4 Tbsp) cornflour/cornstarch

100 g (1/2 cup) sugar (I used more like 1/4 cup)

 

1. Pour the milk in a saucepan and add the jasmine. (I let the jasmine steep in milk  for a while before step 2.)

Sicilian Jasmine Blancmange, copyright Jann Huizenga

2. Bring just to the boil and turn off immediately. Allow to cool and then strain, squeezing the flowers gently to extract the flavor.

3. Add the cornflour to the sugar and mix thoroughly to avoid lumps.

4. Add the grated white chocolate. (I didn’t bother to grate it–just broke it into chunks and it melted just fine.)

5. Place on the stove and stir continuously until thick. Stir briskly for one more minute after the liquid boils and then turn off.

Mixing Sicilian Jasmine Blancmange, copyright Jann Huizenga

6. Pour the mixture into molds, allow to cool, and refrigerate for 2 hours. Decorate.

Sicilian Jasmine Blancmange, copyright Jann Huizenga

YOU CAN WIN SICILY’S FAVORITE RECIPES. It’s the English translation, but recipes are in grams & liters–finding conversions on the web isn’t hard. All you have to do is leave a comment on this post or a previous one and your name will be entered in the drawing to take place at midnight EST on August 1. You need an address either in Italy or North America. Buona fortuna!

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Wordless Conversation with a Fishmonger

July 25, 2011

Sicilian Fishmonger in Siracusa, Sicily, copyright Jann HuizengaSicilian Fishmonger in Siracusa, Sicily, copyright Jann Huizenga

Sicilian Fishmonger in Siracusa, Sicily, copyright Jann HuizengaSicilian Fishmonger in Siracusa, Sicily, copyright Jann Huizenga

Don’t miss the fish and veggie market next time you’re in Siracusa. It’s every morning, starting at 5am. Great entertainment!

 

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Santina, Part 2

July 21, 2011

Santina and I had drunk our coffees in the kitchen and viewed the family altar in her bedroom. Then she led me into a third small room.

Every inch of wall space was hung with paintings. Unframed canvases were stacked high on a table. “They are mine,” she said, beaming.

Paintings by Sicilian Woman, copyright Jann  Huizenga
She pointed to an exuberant painting of a fishbowl full of roses and purple tulips.

Painting by Sicilian Woman, copyright Jann Huizenga

“One night my mother was suffering so much that I didn’t know what to do. So I painted this.”

She went back into the kitchen and left me looking and thinking. I picked up a portfolio. Its cardboard cover had been painted over with a bright-eyed young woman wearing a strand of pearls.

“Who is this, Signora?” I asked, carrying it back into the kitchen.

Sicilian Woman with Painting, copyright Jann Huizenga

“That is me,” she smiled.

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Santina, Part 1

July 19, 2011

Santina was leaning over a wall in Modica yesterday morning, snagging a branch of dewy jasmine with her cane.

Collecting Jasmine in Sicily, copyright Jann Huizenga“Signora, what do you use jasmine for? ” I asked. I expected her to tell me about a dessert she was about to whip up. Sicilians love jasmine in sweets.

Sicilian Woman Collecting Jasmine, copyright Jann Huizenga

“I collect it fresh every day for my ancestors,” she said. “It’s the most refined aroma in the world. It makes them happy.”

She asked me in for coffee.

The espresso was strong and thick. I drizzled it into the red demitasses because, she said, her hands were too shaky.

“I never married; I served my parents until their death,” she said sweeping grains of sugar off the oilcloth. “My married friends told me I was better off single, anyway. But now I’m alone in the world. My sister died. My brother isn’t well. I live in these three rooms–the same place I was born 84 years ago–like a caged bird.” She laughed. “If I find you a man from Modica to marry, will you stay and be my friend?”

She led me  into the next room–a small space with a single bed in one corner. The ancestor shrine took up the rest of the room. She put the bowlful of fresh flowers in the middle of her family.

Ancestor Shrine at Home in Sicily, copyright Jann Huizenga

She was still taking care of her parents. The hot room filled with a thick, sweet smell.

Bowl of Jasmine on Altar in Sicily, copyright Jann HuizengaBut who will take care of her?

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Sicily, and a Battle of Two Generations

July 15, 2011

I chanced upon two generations of Sicilians playing fussball in a hole-in-the-wall arcade.

Why does the older generation heave a mutual sigh at the end of the video?

 

 

Sicilians playing fussball, copyright Jann Huizenga

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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