Southeast Sicily’s Captain Mimo

February 25, 2010

I met him in the baroque town of Noto.

Sicilian man in Noto, copyright Jann Huizenga

His name was Domenico Sculli.

“Call me Mimo,” he said.

He spoke good English. “I was boat captain for 42 years. I know whole world. Japan, Australia, Siberia. I lived in South America. Only place I don’t know is China. I came back home for retire. But many friends already gone.”

“Are you happy to be back in Sicily?”

“Look!” he said, sweeping his hand through the air. “Noto is so beautiful!”

I nodded.

He pulled a photo from a worn leather wallet.

Sicilian man in Noto, copyright Jann Huizenga

“This is how I was forty years ago. You see I was very, very handsome.”

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Asparagus: A Story of Stalking and Snapping

February 16, 2010

Stalks of Wild Asparagus, copyright Jann Huizenga

Starting in February, Sicilians take to the hills and valleys to hunt for wild spring asparagus.

The first time I stalked asparagi was with a party of friends in a wildflower-strewn valley just beyond Ragusa Ibla. We were led into battle by my friend Gio’s father, Signor Battaglia, a tailor with a zeal for women and wild edibles.

Though the skinny spears grew waist-high, they weren’t easy to spot. They lurked in brambles and behind stone drystone walls. For several hours we rambled through the golden freshness playing a kind of Where’s Waldo with asparagus.

“Look! There are five right ahead of me,” Signor Battaglia would say. He’d stop dead in his tracks to let our eyes focus. But the flora was tangled and we were asparagus-blind. He’d scowl with mock impatience, then inch forward to tap each tender green shoot with the tip of his cane. We’d erupt in surprise, and someone would clamber over a rock wall or wade deep into the brush to pluck the tall spears with a satisfying snap.

When we’d collected enough wild food to feed a village, we headed back to the house to prepare lunch with our dewy ingredients.

I’ve written elsewhere about this meal and special man, Signor Battaglia, who for me is the incarnation of Sicilian joie de vivre.

I thought about him yesterday and started craving asparagus. Since I’m not in Sicily at the moment, I had to settle for stalking spears in the vegetable aisle at Trader Joe’s. I found some good organic skinny spears. I love asparagus best roasted, so here’s what I did:

1. Snap off woody ends.

2. Wash well  (store-bought variety can be gritty).

3. Put in baking dish and drizzle with olive oil.

4. Roast at 350 for about 15 minutes.

5. Grind coarse salt and pepper and add a little spritz of lemon if desired.

6. Serve at room temperature as an antipasto or hot as a side dish.

Roasted Asparagus with Wedge of Lemon, Copyright Jann Huizenga

Asparagus has health benefits galore: it clears urine (yup!); contains fiber that encourages digestion; and supports heart health thanks to folate, vitamin B, and the master antioxidant glutathione.

Do you forage for wild edibles? What do you do with asparagi?

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Here’s a link to a blogger in Italy  doing a series on wild edibles.


Buon San Valentino

February 13, 2010


Winged Sicilian wooden cherub (putto) with horn, Copyright Jann HuizengaWinged Stone Sicilian Angel, copyright Jann HuizengaWinged wooden Sicilian cherub/angel/putto with trumpet, copyright Jann HuizengaCup of Cappuccino with Chocolate Heart on Foam, copyright Jann HuizengaItalian Wall with Grafitti Hearts, copyright Jann HuizengaItalian lovers, copyright Jann HuizengaGrafitti on Sicilian Wall, copyright Jann Huizenga

Lace-up Italian wedding dress with red rose, copyright Jann Huizenga

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Ragusa Ibla: Where in the World?

February 11, 2010

Well, I’ve been blogging on and on about my adopted Sicilian village for several months now, forgetting to give you an overview of the place.

Do you want to see her? Shall I locate her in space?

View of Ragusa Ibla, Sicily, copyright Jann Huizenga

Do you see why I fell head over heels?

View of Ragusa Ibla, Sicily, copyright Jann HuizengaRagusa Ibla is a huddle of homes and churches, the kind of place you want to cradle in your hands.

View of Ragusa Ibla, Sicily, copyright Jann Huizenga

She floats like an island, surrounded by a moat of gorges.

Ragusa lies south of Bizerte, Tunisia in latitude. The soft African air wafts through her piazzas on winter days; rainstorms can deposit Saharan sand.

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My husband spent a few hours figuring out how to put this Google map on my blog. (Thanks, honey!)

Be sure to check out the satellite view, too.

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Restoring a Damp House in Sicily: Part 1

February 8, 2010

The building permit for my little dream house in Sicily has finally been issued. I’m wildly happy.

Work begins.

Or does it? I’ve taken a job way up in Rome to finance the dream, so I cannot be sure.

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But I know one thing: the scaffolding is up in the back of the house. A neighbor sends me this picture.

Renovating an old house in Ragusa Iba, Sicily, scaffolding, copyright Baroque Sicly

I am now the neighborhood eyesore. Not at all bella figura. Neighbors whose main entrance is on the alleyway can barely shoehorn their way into their own homes.

“Just a few weeks,” says the project manager when I call to ask how long it has to stay up.

But January turns to February, and February fades into March. I’m preoccupied with my job in Rome. My mason is in the hospital. My project manager busy with an illness in the family. The scaffolding stands forgotten.

I get a call in Rome from my Sicilian neighbor. “Gianna,” she says, “the neighborhood is complaining. People are arrabiati, angry. They’re afraid of thieves climbing on the scaffolding and breaking into their houses. And did you know the permit is about to expire?”

“Really?” I yelp.

I don’t expect what comes next.

“Neighbors are talking about filing a denucia, a formal complaint to the police.”

I take a deep breath and catch the next plane down.

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