Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Lucio's luccio

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Our friend Luciano is just darling. Every ten days or so he drives down (well, over I guess) from near Parma to visit us and other friends in the area. When he comes he never fails to bring some kind of food gift. Sometimes its a case of homemade lambrusco, often it's a kilo of parmigiano cheese. Once it was half of a suckling pig, head and all. A few homemade sausages and salami have also come our way.




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This afternoon around 1pm, Luciano drives up with his son and proceeds to haul a big igloo cooler out of his truck and over to the outside sink. His son held an old plastic paper-towel casing full of something. The dogs were going wild.







Inside the old piece of plastic was a salame, 2 coteche (a sort of sausage) and a kilo of parmigiano cheese.
Inside the igloo cooler was a 6 and a 1/2 kilo luccio (pike). That's about a 14 and a half pound fish. He informed me that that is what we were going to eat that night (insinuating that I was going to cook it). He still had to see if Nene and Manuela could come. Geez, that meant I had to clean the living room.
The pike is a revolting fish. It has these sinister eyes and a gigantic mouth full of horribly sharp teeth. You can see in the mouth picture that the teeth continue from the gum down the palate. Luciano was kind enough to open the thing's mouth so that I could get a close-up shot.







I just found out that the big dinner has been postponed until tomorrow night. That's great news for me seeing as William has a fever and has been home all day on the couch. I pretended that I was sick too and took a day off with William.

He ate left over broth for lunch and I ate 12 oreo cookies- They just started selling them here in Levanto.

Today I also took some pictures of the dogs and of the lovely wild violets that have sprung up. Spring is so lovely here.




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Fontona?

Where's Fontona? Fontona is a small village between Monterosso al Mare and Levanto, Italy. After living for 18 years in the historic center of Monterosso in the Cinque Terre, we decided to pack up and move to the countryside. We are less than 15 minutes from the main piazza of Monterosso but far away from the crowds.
Not much goes on in Fontona, Mass on Sundays and sometimes the Boy Scout troop hikes by. We are content to wait for the spring violets, spot our resident hawks and decide what to make for dinner.