Oil and acorns 1st Dicembre 2011
Today, 1st Dicembre, is a bank holiday in Italy. Actually, it might just be in Siena, whatever, I am very glad to have had a day off. Last week we were in USA with Dawn's parents for Thanksgiving. To clear all the work I needed to before leaving I ended up staying up until 05:15 am the night before leaving, and had to get up at 06:00 am to get the plane. This meant that I spent the whole week recovering and eating and sleeping - wonderful. Losing a night's sleep and some work pressures since we have been back means that I really needed a rest again and today has been quite wonderful to restore a little balance.
Bank holidays are rare in Italy, certainly rarer than the UK - this is compounded by the fact that if they fall on a weekend they are not rolled over, but fall into the abyss, somewhere between Rome and Milan there is hidden a hell of a lot of bank holidays that I am owed. Frickers. Stronzi!
I took a ride again today, but was pretty slow. Either a result of being cream knackered (thank you Mark and Lard - lordy how I miss those guys!) or as a result of being back in the gym this week. After over 3 months of low grade illness, the week of sleeping and illness has made me feel better and I have been to the gym every (a mighty 3!) times this week, even if only a little bit. Plus my regular Tai Chi on Monday evenings (well, regular, since I have been going about 4 times). The weather was pretty foggy, but it is always foggy in Siena. Nah, it's not always foggy in Siena, but it can be very foggy in Siena. At the minute, when I drive in in the morning it is beautifully, if dangerously foggy - see some pictures attached. The fog can be absolutely stunning some mornings when the sun is out, and also strange on our road, which is hilly, as we see many patches of fog that you drive through, sometimes only a metre or two in balls. Freaky! Pazzo!
Anyway, the ride was nice, if a touch cold. I was well and truly wrapped up complete with shoe covers and new winter gloves, vizor buff. I tried out my new mini camera, but the picture was of very poor direction, so will not upload this time. It seemed to take about an hour of video, great, but I need to attach it firmer to my bike to get a decent picture. Of course, the inactivity of the past 3 months has made me a behemoth, so I need to get rid of a gut before I can cycle quickly again. I am trying to cut down on the booze and carbs after the past 3 months, wish me luck!
Whilst we were in the USA, Dawn picked up a bike. A decent, slightly used, full carbon with Ultegra kit. Pretty nice - a Kestrel RT-1000 from 2011. Very nice. And the best thing was that we got it back to Italy seemingly without any damage. Thankfully I am a top level business class member on the airline that we flew so we got a reasonable treatment. Bikes in Italy are really freaking expensive, absolute crazy prices like you cannot believe. It's always the way though, in fact, in the USA I ended up buying some Italian herbs and oils, made in Italy, as they are cheaper in the USA than in Italy, rather like the shoes and other Italian-made clothes that I ended up buying in the UK.
At the minute there are acorns everywhere. Absolutely everywhere - it is quite dangerous when you ride as you have to constantly avoid them, it has been a bit critical the last month or so, between the mud on the roads from tractors that are moving olives around, leaves on the ground that have fallen from the trees and the acorns, honestly, proper dangerous and I've had a couple of near misses. Not only that but I've been riding a few times when the acorns have been raining down from the trees and they have hurt me as they are pounding me on the face! It reminds me of one of the letters written in on the Friday Night Comedy show from the BBC - the news quiz with Sandi Toksvig. One of the amusing letters spotted in the paper was from a guy who was moaning about noise from acorns falling on his roof when wind blew overnight keeping him awake. The amusing thing was the phrase which was something like "when it blows hard, it keeps me up all night with the banging" - or something like that. I sympathise with him, and maybe the hunters that are running around at the minute shooting the wild boar (cinghiale) should let them stay around a bit to eat all the acorns! Of course, I could not be without my podcasts - between Collings and Herrin (sadly now demised), Fighting Talk, Friday Night Comedy, The Bugle etc, it allows me to stay in touch with the real world, and saves me too much from the struggles of Planet Italia. It has now been 2 years, in fact, tomorrow is the 2nd anniversary of my first day of work, and the fun is almost gone.
There are some good things left though! I mentioned the oil collection recently and now the oils are coming out. The olio nuovo - new oil - is absolutely fantastic. I really didn't get it when I first moved here, but now I am starting to really get it. About a year ago, we went to a Michelin-starred restaurant in the countryside around this time and as part of the starter we received a small glass - similar to a sherry glass - of new oil. This seemed really freaky and weird but now I totally get it. Actually, that restaurant was great. We had a good amount of very good wine and the set menu of about 4 or 5 courses and it was only about €70 each, including paying for the people that were leaving. The second course was a single huge ravioli, with an egg in the middle - and each was perfectly cooked - the yolk was perfect. A sparkling course indeed. Actually, it wasn't perfect for me. I am still suffering after a disastrous trip to Basel when I was working with Roche. My entire team went and we were at one of the busy times of year so we were placed in some AIDS hotel. It was terrible. My room was at the end of a corridor and really narrow. In fact, it was so narrow that I could not walk through the door straight on, but had to turn my shoulders sideways to get in! There was also a random drunk off the street walking the corridors trying the doors late at night, TnL had to share a room. It was a really weird room, like some sort of 1970s suite. There were the bizarrest lamps, a balcony, but only one bed. A kitchen and mould on the ceiling. Classic. Anyhow, in the morning there was an AIDS breakfast buffet and I ate a boiled egg that was not cooked properly and gave me super AIDS. SInce that time I have been really funny about eggs, and can only handle eggs that are cooked super hard.
Also, now I get the significance and the reason the Italian families spend so much time growing, land and time collecting and pressing the oil. It is a labour of love, with very little financial gain. I was recently given another figure for production; previously I was told that it was 1 litre of quality oil per 100 kg olives, now I have been told 14 litres of quality oil per 100 kg olives, which sounds a bit more realistic.
On our two campuses in Tuscany we have some olive trees. These were collected and a few litres of olive oil was made. At lunch this week we had DIY bruschetta - some thin toasted bread, cloves of garlic to be dragged over bread with a fork, salt, and some of our own oil. It was awesome. Equally spicy and the taste was amazing.
Cari colleghi,
desideriamo informarvi che martedì prossimo, 29 novembre, presso le mense di Siena e Rosia sarà possibile degustare delle ottime bruschette all’olio.
Quest’anno infatti, gli olivi presenti presso le nostre aree hanno prodotto un notevole numero di frutti.
È sembrata, quindi, una buona idea mettere a disposizione di tutti i colleghi l’olio dei nostri alberi.
Nei giorni successivi e fino a esaurimento, potrete trovare l’“olio nuovo” presso le mense di Siena e Rosia, sul tavolino delle spezie vicino alle casse.
Buon appetito a tutti!
Communications
Italy
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Dear Colleagues,
Please be informed that on Tuesday November 29th at Siena and Rosia canteens you could taste some delicious bruschette with oil obtained from olive trees of our sites. Next days the “olio nuovo” will be available to everyone at the canteens of Siena and Rosia, close to the cashes.
Enjoy your lunch!
Communications
And on that oily note I shall greasily sign off. Ciao!
