Calcata is an ancient hilltop village that is about 45 minutes from Soriano, near Rome. What makes this village so special is that in the 1930's, it was condemned, and became a ghost town. However, in the 60's hippies and artists began to squat here, and over time it developed into a thriving artist colony of sorts. There are currently about 60 local residents of the village, who have restored it over the years and opened restaurants, cafes, and art galleries.
The town swtill carries with it the vibe that set it on its current path. The art galleries are very non-traditional, the cafes serve mostly vegetarian fare, and the people are without question the modern version of the hippies of the 60's. In fact, the vive is very similar to that of Sedona, Arizona, except that it has an Italian flavor to it.
In the states, when you hear the word 'Bruschetta', you think about toasted Italian bread with a tomato spread. But to think that way would be like thinking the word 'Sandwich' means two pieces of bread with ham, cheese and mayo. It's actually a generic term, and there are all kinds of Bruschetta.
Let's learn how to say it...
Before I go any further, let's get rid of a pet peeve of mine. We'll learn how to pronounce it. Say BROO-SKET-TA.
That's right. It is not BRAH-SHEDA. Now say it again... BROO-SKET-TA. If you can roll that R a little, you are certainly doing well!
What exactly is it then?
Bruschetta is quite simply toast. The word comes from the Italian verb 'brusciare', meaning 'to burn'... or 'to toast', if you will. Bruschetta is made by placing a piece of bread on a grill and turning it every few seconds until it is toasted. Of course, doing it with Italian bread makes it so much more than what we think of as toast! At that point, it is Bruschetta. What you put on top of it from that point forward is completely up to you.
I’m a city boy. I was born and raised in Los Angeles, sheltered from certain realities of life. So when I ate that bacon, I never really considered that a pig grew up, got slaughtered, was cut up and shipped to my local supermarket. To me, the bacon was just bacon. It comes from the supermarket, wrapped in plastic. Of course I knew the process, but I never really had to think of it.
In 1984 I visited Soriano and met Paola. Her parents were ‘play farmers’, meaning they lived in town, dad had a normal job, but since they had this old family farm, they would go down in the afternoon and take care of the garden.
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