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tuscan women cook
life among tuscan culinary masterpieces

by Susan Van Allen

I leaned in to inhale one of my favorite smells on earth - garlic simmering in extra virgin olive oil. On the other burners stuffed zucchini blossoms cooked with ripe red tomatoes next to a pot where dark green chard and carrots bubbled. Into the picture came the thick, gnarled hand of my cooking teacher holding a wooden spoon. On the counter, the morning sun cast a glow over a round of aged pecorino cheese which sat in front of a bottle of ruby Vino Nobile di Montepulciano� I�d landed smack in the midst of a Tuscan culinary masterpiece.

The program I enrolled in last June, �Tuscan Women Cook,� included a week of cooking lessons, trips to nearby towns, wineries, markets, cheese factories, restaurants, and designer outlet shops. It was centered in the 13th century village of Montefollonico (population 700), an hour south of Florence, where rolling hills of olive groves and young vineyards in the Chiana Valley presented a landscape right out of the Florence galleries. But instead of standing back and admiring Tuscany as a tourist in a museum, on this trip I stepped inside it, sharing the tastes of it with the locals, transplants, and tourists who filled it.

A passion for Tuscan food and wine was our bond. Eight American visitors eagerly gathered to eat and drink the regional specialties, and learn how they were made. Our hosts were Bill and Patty Sutherland, transplanted Texans, who had fallen in love with the area through many visits. Five years ago they left Dallas, bought a hilltop Montefollonico farmhouse, and settled in to pursue their �Under The Tuscan Sun� dream.

They hired Iolanda and Bruna, two village nonnas, who on alternate days taught in the Sutherland�s renovated kitchen. The choice to hire town women instead of star chefs makes this cooking school unique -- no Emeril �BAM!� showmanship here. The morning classes were like family parties where we�d hang out with grandma and Cristina (the local pharmacist�s daughter) who acted as translator. Each instructor had an individual, endearing style, showing us traditional dishes they�d been making since they were kids.

Bruna, trim and crisp, wowed me with her pasta making. She�d flip a sheet of dough off a wooden roller or twirl gnocchi off a fork to make perfect tiny ridges. Then she�d stand back and pose for our cameras, a demure magician.

Iolanda, five feet tall and stocky with a low gravely voice and swollen ankles that spilled over her orthopedic shoes, had a more rough-around-the-edges manner. She prowled from table to stove fully in charge, brandishing her wooden spoon or old paring knife she called �mi amore.� She treated Bill and Patty like her own children - one minute scolding them for buying ricotta that wasn�t up to her standards, the next pinching them on the cheeks with affection.

�Will you adopt me?,� one of the students asked, after tasting Iolanda�s ribolitta, a hearty vegetable soup. Without missing a beat, Iolanda lit up and answered with a hearty, �Si!�

The country cooking centered on simplicity. Olive oil and sea salt were used liberally; vinegars, herbs, and sauces were added with a light touch so the flavors of fresh tomatoes, rich mushrooms, and homemade pasta weren�t overwhelmed. And no fancy Williams Sonoma tools here. Iolanda and Bruna used their expert hands as food processors - breaking up tomatoes for sauce, tearing herbs for salad, and mixing dough.

Bill encouraged us to �jump in and give a hand� during the pasta making, but my attempt at rolling pici, the thick spaghetti specialty of the region, resulted in a lumpy mess. As I stood back and watched Iolanda smush up and perfectly re-roll the dough on her mother�s old pine board, I realized �jumping in and giving her a hand� would be like me grabbing Michelangelo�s chisel and giving him a hand with the David.

Patti set the table with linens from the Arezzo antique market and sprigs of lavender from their yard. With a CD of Andrea Bocelli (also a Tuscan native) serenading us and Bill pouring the wine, we�d dig into the four-course lunch we�d been salivating over during class. The week�s highlights for me were Bruna�s tagliatelle with cinghiale (wild boar) sauce and Iolanda�s creamy tiramisu.

Dinners stretched late into the warm evenings, showcasing a range of local restaurants and chefs. In each, the bounty of the area�s farmlands was transformed into flavorful dishes - from simple grilled chiana beef to rich duck spiced with wild fennel. And as our own class party continued, we got to know more of Montefollonico�s natives.

At the elegant Michelin starred La Chuisa, (a converted olive press), I slipped back to the kitchen to thank chef, Dania Lucherini, who�d bowled us over with a seven-course feast. There she was, a tall willowy blonde, stirring tomato sauce with one hand and tilting a glass of prosecco to her lips with the other. She purred like an Italian movie starlet, �I am so happy you come visit me.�

At l Botteghino, a rambling old house turned trattoria, we blended in with the packed scene on the porch. A chorus of �Buon Compleanno� (Happy Birthday) burst from a family table inside, as next to us a very much in love young couple stared into each other�s eyes while devouring a thin crusted pizza covered with arugula. �This is the town truck stop,� Bill joked. For me, it was authentic Italian country living at its robust finest.

see also...
*Tuscany Region
*Tuscany Guide
*Rub Shoulders With the Rich & Famous
*Discovering Monte Argentario
*Villa San Michele
*A Restaurant Discovery
*Tuscan Women Cook
*Battle of the Bridge
*Michelangelo: Graffiti Artist
*City Girl Meets Tuscan Farm
*Leaving Lucca
*The horseshoe adventure in Pinocchio's Hometown
*How to flirt: Lucchese Style
*A Tuscan Feast
*Traveling to Italy Forum

On Hotel La Costa�s terrace, chef Paolo Masini, (following in the footsteps of his grandfather who was the royal cook in Naples), sent out intensely flavored black-olive bruschetta, as we took in the breathtaking sunset. Cypress trees and blooming yellow finestra dotted the young vineyards and farmlands. Cortona, the hills of Umbria and Lake Trasimeno faded in the distance as we wined and dined till two in the morning.

The terrace was set over Montefollonico�s wall which, in Medieval times, had served as protection from the nearby Montepulciano Guelph warriors. It could not have been a more peaceful spot now; nor more perfect for our accommodations. Our rooms were upstairs in the attached historical landmark building, that had once been the town farm.

The only drawback to the beauty of Montefollonico life was that it made the trips to Pienza, Montepulciano, and the designer factory outlets pale in comparison. Sure there were church frescoes to be admired and an astounding variety of pecorino cheeses, Vino Nobile and Brunello wines to buy. And it was a kick to go elbow to elbow with the stylish Italians at the Prada store and score a chic pair of flats I�d seen for double the price in Los Angeles. But it always felt best to drive back under the stone arch to Montefollonico. After only a few days in the two-via village faces became familiar: the signoras in housecoats and gold jewelry sets who sat on the bench in the piazza and gave us cordial buona seras� the boys kicking soccer balls across the cobblestones� the priest who weeded the church garden, rang the bells, and then threw on a vestment to say mass.

I grew so attached to the spot I stayed on a few days after my classmates left. Wandering around at lunchtime, I passed Iolanda�s house and peeked in to discover her unloading bags from her morning shopping. The next thing I knew, she�d pulled me into her kitchen and sat me at the table with her husband, Novilo, whom she�d called in from pruning their backyard grape arbor.

Novilo poured Chianti from a jug as Iolanda bustled about, frying up zucchini blossoms, slicing up fresh bread and setting it before me next to a bowl of deep green olive oil. I took a deep breath, feeling part of the family� and preparing for my next taste of yet another Tuscan culinary masterpiece.

If you go...
Tuscan Women Cook
Montefollonico, Italy
(T) 011-39-0577-669444
(F) 011-39-0577-668707
Hotel La Costa
Via Coppoli, 15-19-25
Montefollonico, Italy
(T) 011-39-0577-669488
(F) 011-39-0577-668800
Italian Government Tourist Board
630 Fifth Avenue
New York, New York 10111

About the Author
Susan Van Allen, a Los Angeles based writer, has written for the sit com �Everybody Loves Raymond� and about her travels in Italy for National Public Radio�s �Savvy Traveler,�, and other publications. Her grandmother immigrated from Molise, and her grandfather from Potenza. She travels to Italy often to visit relatives and enjoy all the country has to offer.


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