Thursday, May 17, 2012

Digging your grave with a spoon



Coming to Italy has been the greatest gastronomical decision I’ve made. I’ve always valued and respected real food but Italy has elevated my passion to an infinitive level. The love Italians have for their land and the food they grow on it is addictive and has put into perspective the lack of love Americans have. This may seem like a bold statement but our values have shifted to unhealthy levels in what I still believe to be the greatest country in the world- America. Every Italian owns a piece of land, similar to Americans, however every square meter of Italy is covered by farms growing life expanding vegetation; vegetables, fruit, olives, nuts, etc. Americans have shifted their lifestyles to value owning cars, pools, hot tubs, or whatever as-seen-on-tv consumer products we are putting in our backyards.       

You start to wonder why Italy is dominated by beautiful landscapes full of lush vegetation while the iconic pictures of America contain corn and wheat fields. It’s true that Italy has different micro-climates than America but the true difference is choice. Instead of growing the most exquisite super foods, vegetables, and fruit, our government subsidizes corn, wheat, soybeans, sweeteners, starches, and animal feed, the majority of which are genetically modified.

This upside-down food hierarchy our government supports has created a deficiency that starts at the field and ends in the grave- the consumer’s grave. Next time you walk into the supermarket be mindful and observe what the industry offers to its customers. 95% of the store is occupied by canned, boxed, frozen and artificially preserved and flavored foods. If you are putting something into your body which has been harvested, shipped, processed, packaged, shipped, and able to sit on the grocery store shelf for weeks or months, ask yourself how nutritious can this possibly be? By the time you put this modern, high-tech convenience food into your body it has lost most, if not all, of its nutritional value. That is assuming it had any to begin with.

I will end this post with an excerpt from the book "Food and Philosophy" by Fritz Allhoff:

“We want cheap, plentiful food and we certainly have it in the U.S. but we are not taking into account the indirect cost to get the food or the cost we incur by eating that food. More importantly we are using public monies and public policy to create an environment that facilitates poor eating habits. We use public money to ensure that high-fructose corn syrup, animal feeds, oils, and grains are cheap and plentiful. Food manufacturers use these low-cost ingredients to produce and sell us foods that we eat too much of. We then use mostly private money to try to lose weight, and a combination of public and private money to cover the cost of health care that are a consequence of our unhealthy eating habits. From a public health prospective the system we have created makes no sense”.

There is one vote that always counts in America and that is how you spend your money. Making smart food choices is the first action you can take for a healthier and longer life. Don’t be afraid to spend more than 15% of your income on food. Food is the primary mean of nourishing, preserving, and healing your body. I haven’t seen a shirt, pant or shoe item that has such powers.  

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Can't think of a title at 3:45am, I'll name it Pizza

I'm making a habit of these late night posts. I keep waking up at odd times in the morning with no way of falling back asleep. Today I am fighting the urge to nap after school. Must sleep through the night tonight.

Yesterday was my first day at ALMA. Italians are way too funny. The chef uniforms they gave us are borderline too sexy for a school environment. Much more flattering than the over-sized cotton-poly blend  uniforms we got at the FCI.

I met chef Bruno. He tries to be strict but I know he is a softie at heart. He said ALMA produces professional cooks who aspire to work in world-class restaurants and if that is not your goal than you are wasting your time and money at ALMA. Well, I'm here for my passion for food and the for the experience. Maybe one day Chef Bruno will understand that.  

Here's what I'll be studying at ALMA: history of Italian cuisine and culture, wine, ...

...Okay before I go on I need to elaborate on the wine classes. There is a designated wine tasting room and it's already my favorite room. When chef Bruno showed us the class I commented on this being the room where we get drunk and he happily agreed! This is definitely going to work out. 

We have wine classes a few days a week with a personal wine coach. He said he has been tasting wine professionally for over 20 years and wants nothing more than to pass the knowledge along so someone else can find it useful. Thank you and please do pass that knowledge in my direction.

In addition to the history and wine classes, we have Italian language classes. The bulk of our schedule is taken up by kitchen class, naturally, and chef demos. Chefs from all over the country come and show us the signature dishes from their region. And last, but my second favorite part of the curriculum, are the field trips. We take field trips to food production sites all over Italy.  

The most disturbing part about being in Italy is the chain smoking. The best part of being in Italy is the eye candy, and it's plentiful.


Benvenuto

It's 6:30 AM, I can't sleep. I blame the jet lag situation. I have to be at ALMA at 9 so I have a few hours to kill. Of course watching the last few episodes of Prison Break would be the perfect solution right now but I realized the hard way that Netflix does not operate in this part of the world. In the past three weeks I've watched almost all 4 seasons of the show. I feel like a parent sending their child to college. I've devoted all this time and I am so close to watching it graduate.

At least this gives me the chance to catch up on Foodgasmico. I openly admit my negligence to this blog but hey, brilliant writing cannot be rushed or faked. I'm here now though, in Italy, feeling inspired and open.

Yesterday, or today, or whatever 6 hours ago was, we met the other people in our class. We all live in the same apartment complex and I am so impressed by this place. It's brand new, clean and spacious. Which was a pleasant surprise from what I was imagining my living situation would be in a small town in Italy.

Needless to say, wine brings people together and luckily the rest of the world speaks English so we can all be friends. As newly acquainted friends, we walked around Colorno and found ALMA. ALMA, the international culinary school of Italian Cuisine. I can say that in Italian too. La scoula internazionale di cucina Italiana. I don't care in what language you put it, when I walked up to this place it took my breath away. A phenomenon that does not frequently happen to me. This place is massive, beautiful and there is a tranquil river gently weaving around the corner.

My camera is still packed but Google can help right about now. This is ALMA, the castle to the right of the A and in front of the beautiful gardens, which I want to turn into wall paper and put all over my future home.


And this brings me to my last topic. What was the first thing I ate in Italy, you ask? A slice of cold pizza, bread, prosciutto, cheese, and nutella. I still haven't decided on how I feel about my first meal but there is one thing I do know, it was delizioso!

I think this was the best decision of my life.

Monday, December 19, 2011

This will make you hungry

I cannot wait to go home to my mom's cooking. There's no better sight than this.


Spinach pie perfection. Mom you're amazing.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Culinary School Recap

Six to seven months at the FCI is equivalent to three years in the restaurant world. Yeah, I totally buy that. It's all about the cooking. I've never been so into my studies. Here's a recap of some dishes I've made.   

Chicken Scaloppine over Egg Fettuccini

Pan Roasted Pork Tenderloin with Orzo Salad

We wrapped it in caul fat. The purpose of the caul fat is to baste the meat and keep it moist but I also think it looks cool. 

And a few sea dishes. 

Seafood Risotto


Flounder Alla Mugnaia. Made in the style of the miller's wife because she had access to flour, or so goes the story.

Insalata di Mari



Buon Appetito!

Monday, November 7, 2011

I think I'm Maturing?


There are chefs I admire and then there are chefs I have yet to admire. Today I met a chef from New Orleans and he’s pretty big time. Sure, I’ve heard of him, I’ve seen him on TV, I’ve even drooled over his dishes. Yet, I hadn’t truly appreciated him. This time, I speak of John Besh. He’s one of the most humbled and down to soil celebrity chefs I’ve met. Listening to this man is more like listening to your favorite uncle than listening to some sort of know-it-all master chef. I appreciate that extensively. Thank you Chef Besh.

I got my hands on his newest book called, My Family Table. I like this book. It’s not only because it is personally autographed to me, but mostly because his soulful voice jumps out of every page like a picture book. There is especially one line that struck me personally. He says he spent most of his career manipulating food into things they inherently were not.

I have to admit, reading that sentence gave me a sense of gratitude. I'm beginning to recognize the evolution of my food style and I appreciate it. This is raw. This is real. This is fundamental. I am freaking out and I want more!

If there is one thing I know right now, one thing I can be certain about, it's that I uphold each ingredient to it's highest value. I vow to never attempt to make an apple taste like a strawberry.  I vow to obsess over the essence that makes each ingredient as special as it is. I vow to only make a cantaloupe taste even more like a cantaloupe. If I ever deviate from this philosophy, then I will happily go back to accounting.

This is my vow and I dedicate it to my cuisine, my agriculture, and my kitchen table.  

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Meeting an Iron Chef

Volunteering… how I have a newfound appreciation for it. Working for free is no foreign concept in the food world. If you're looking for exposure, you probably won’t be attending a James Beard Foundation (JBF) dinner because you were hired to cook it, no, people like Mario Batali do, but volunteer and that’s a different story.

I got to volunteer for a JBF dinner through the dean of my school, Chef Cesare Casella. He provided a plethora of cured meats for the event including two giant legs of cured pig. Yup, that amazingly delicious prosciutto.

 
We were prepping our tables including setting up this heavy duty contraption which held the whole prosciutto leg. Suddenly I look up and I see Mario Batali casually walking across the room! Turns out, he is cooking dinner for this Italian Feast thrown by the JBF. I had no idea! I especially had no idea that Chef Casella and Chef Batali are good friends.


Chef Cesare is in the red chef coat with the rosemary in the pocket.

But, by far, the coolest thing that happened to me all week was my first encounter with an iron chef:

 
What’s better, the yellow socks or the orange crocs? 


Pretty sure those were getting auctioned off for more than most people make in a week.

Another victory in my food world!