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Showing posts with label pasta. Show all posts
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Thursday, October 23, 2025

The Orecchiette Wars and the Search for Authenticity

Made in Italy is a label that still attracts attention, and buyers. Italy has been very protective of its country’s indigenous food products, and we’re not talking just wine here.



A recent article on the front page of a daily Rome newspaper, Il Messaggero, brought this point home to us as it proclaimed that the authenticity of orecchiette, the “little ear” pasta form, was at risk. Orecchiette, as we learned, should be a product of Puglia. Moreover, the “nonne della pasta” (“pasta grandmothers”) of the region are accused of making it only partly by hand—"ma loro negano”—“they deny it.”

In Bari, according to the Messaggero article, which was based on a UK Guardian article, there’s been a “blitz” of authorities going after the pasta makers. I like the Guardian headline: “Barricades in Bari: why the city’s ‘pasta grannies’ are under scrutiny. Sellers of fresh orecchiette in southern Italy are fighting back after being accused of tricking tourists with bought wares.”

The blitz, which started in January and has continued, includes the local prosecutor, the local police, the national Guardia di Finanza (tax police), and the Carabinieri (national police force). Says the Guardian, “Authorities said the most conspicuous evidence was piles of cardboard boxes for factory-made pasta found dumped in wheelie bins on the outskirts of the old town.”

The full article on the inside of Il Messaggero started with a typical—and enticing—yellow journalism approach:

“Not everything that ends up on your plate is truly Italian. From Parmigiano Dop* that hides foreign milk, to wine labeled from Tuscany but produced elsewhere to mozzarella ‘made by hand: sold as ‘artigianale’: the risk of being cheated is around every corner, and it doesn’t hit just tourists. Olives, salami, dried tomatoes, fresh pasta. The “made in Italy” label at times is corrupted by deceptive brand labelling, in stores in the center of Rome that are tourist traps, and on packages both in windows and on tables. And the case of the ‘orecchiette wars’ in the oldtown of Bari [in Puglia] is just one vivid example.”



The full newspaper page, which had an overall headline of “Add Doubt to the Table,” also featured wine from Pantelleria (an Italian island about halfway between Sicily and Tunisia) that was in fact made in Germany. And a third piece on adulteration of cheese products—Mozzarella and scamorza in Barletta (also in Puglia)—another blitz by Carabinieri, in this case specifically by their Nas division. We were unaware of this division of the national police force (we knew about their division that finds stolen art, and have appreciated and written about it). Nas, or Nucleo Antisofisticazioni Sanità, is the department of the Carabinieri responsible for controls of foodstuff, drinks, medicine etc. from adulteration, impurities, and fraudulent labelling. We couldn’t tell whether the Nas division of the Carabinieri was involved in the orecchiette wars, but they were involved in this cheese product adulteration.

It seems the cautionary tale is to watch what you eat, or don’t believe everything you’re told. It would be hard for the Italian authorities to keep up with the counterfeit products, we think. That won’t stop us from eating what we like here in Rome. Though maybe we’ll pay more attention to the recommendations of food experts like Katie Parla. Unfortunately, learning about these scams, while entertaining, adds a bit of cynicism to the table. 

Dianne 

*”DOP stands for Denominazione di Origine Protetta (literally “Protected Designation of Origin”). As the the name suggests, this certification ensures that products are locally grown and packaged.” Walks in Italy, a tour provider with a rich website, has a good piece on Dop here. (Italians tend not to use upper case for all the letters in their acronyms.)

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Job Description: Pasta roller in window


I'm trying to decide how I feel about this woman (the one in white) who rolls pasta for hours and hours each evening, in the window of Osteria da Fortunata, just off Campo de' Fiori in central Rome.  
Here's what one Yelp review says: There is a little 4 foot tall Italian woman sitting in an archway right in the middle of all of the customers making pasta.  She just sits there with a big smile on her face, day and night, and makes all of the pasta fresh that they use in their dishes. How cool is that!?!?!?!  She seems to love to watch everyone in the restaurant enjoying her pasta.  On my way to the restroom, I saw that there was a doorway to the kitchen slightly ajar, so I peeked in and snapped a picture of the pasta maker needing the dough.  Every now and then, the little woman would hobble back there and grab more dough, take it to her table and hand make the pasta that went into the dishes.  It doesn't get any fresher than that!

Hmmm.  Seems like heavy labor to me.  The woman helping her in the photo above also seemed to be the boss, and was coming and grabbing lots of pasta from her.  It seemed she had trouble keeping up with the demand, which was unceasing.  She IS a smiler.  And, below at end of post, she seems fine with being in tourist photos.  I still feel like she's being overworked and displayed in a way that makes me feel a lack of respect by the osteria's owners.  Enough that I slipped her a reasonably large (for Rome) tip; she smiled at that.
Osteria da Fortunata does get very good reviews, on both Yelp.com and Yelp.it.  We found it a good Italian trattoria - not better, not worse.

Via del Pellegrino 11
06 60667391

Dianne




Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Peel me a Fig: Dinner with Friends

A lovely meal with friends.  We are embarrassed to say that this was our introduction to "coppiette," a rope-like strand of dried, spicy meat (akin to our beef jerky, though more tender and not packaged in plastic).  Here, chopped into small, bite-size pieces, the perfect complement to a glass of wine. 

The main course was a delicious "ruote" (wheels) pasta, the ingredients, including dried pachino tomatoes and capers, brought from Sicily. 

Figs--fresh and dried, for comparison and contrast--for dessert, along with a lesson in how to select a perfect, ripe fig: make sure the green "shirt" is "torn" (slightly open) and there's a small hole at the bottom.  Peel and eat.  As Jack Kerouac wrote of the apple pie he consumed at stops across the country, "it was delicious, and nutritious of course." 

For figs he might have added, "sensual."  On the sensuous fig, we have the testimony of D.H. Lawrence in his poem, "Figs."  "The vulgar way [to eat a fig]," he wrote, "is just to put your mouth to the crack, and take out the flesh in one bite." 

"The fig is a very secretive fruit" [continued Lawrence].
"As you see it standing, growing, you feel at once it is symbolic.
And it seems male.
But when you come to know it better, you agree with the
Romans, it is female. 

The Italians vulgarly say, it stands for the female part, the fig-fruit:
The fissure, the moist conductivity, towards the centre."

It's a hot, steamy, late-summer evening.  Time for a fig.
Bill