For our two weeks in Italy, we will be staying just outside
of Florence, in the neighborhood of Settignano. It’s wonderful to get away from
the bustle of the city, and – while the restaurant options are limited – the
food is truly revelatory. I’ll write about it quite a bit on this blog, but for
a start I’d like to write about two antipasti (appetizer) dishes I had on two subsequent nights, both at Café Desiderio, a small restaurant in the town square. Each course used some of the
most expensive and luxurious ingredients in the world. Truffles and foie gras, respectively.
Foie gras is made from the liver of a fattened duck or goose
(I’ve already written some thoughts on the ethics of foie gras here, if you’re
interested on my take), and is extremely rich and extremely wonderful (I’d
eaten it once before, in NYC). On our second night at Café Desiderio, I ate an antipasto of toasted Tuscan white bread topped with chunks of foie
gras au torchon (the term is French, and
the foie was from a French farm. Most people, including most Italians, agree
that the best foie gras in the world is made in France), a drizzle of olive
oil, and Maldon sea salt.
In Florence and Tuscany, the bread is pretty different from
what I think of as good European bread. My favorite crusty white breads are
baked from biga (Italian) or poolish (French), doughs which are left to ferment for
hours, days, or even weeks, and develop all sorts of complex, buttery, rich and
hearty flavors. Salt is mixed in with the dough which intensifies the
intoxicating tastes and smells. Tuscan white bread, however, is made with
shorter fermentation times and no salt. I have to be honest, on its own it’s
not my favorite. Fresh baked bread is always great, but without the salt the
bread here is quite bland. The texture, however, is wonderful. After it’s baked,
it starts going stale in a matter of hours (so far I’ve noticed that the better
the restaurant, the softer the bread in the basket), but when it’s fresh it has
a crumbly, crunchy, slightly chewy crust and an airy soft and spongy crumb. It
also toasts beautifully (crisping up the edges of the crumb), and it’s a
perfect platform to showcase other flavors without getting in their way. Like
truffles. Or like foie gras.
At the café, the crunchy toasted bread was a wonderful
textural contrast to the silky smooth foie. The foie gras was unbelievably soft
and creamy (much softer and it would be a liquid), so that when I popped each
bite into my mouth and chewed, the foie slipped around among the bits of bread,
soaking into all the crumb’s pores, spreading out into every corner of my
mouth. And oh lord, did that foie taste good. Rich and creamy and everything I
love about liver with none of the unpleasant, metallic flavors it can take on.
The dish was topped with just enough ingredients to
highlight the flavors of the foie without distracting. The oil (like most of
the olive oil I’ve had in Florence) tasted of olives – briny and slightly
vegetal, almost grassy. It contrasted with the flavor of the foie, while
complementing its fatty texture. The salt was also essential. Salt belongs in
almost every dish. It highlights and intensifies flavors by making certain
aromatic compounds more volatile (i.e. more likely to disassociate and be tasted)
and enhances some smells (and scent is inextricable from taste). I got this
information, by the way, from this Q&A with Harold McGee, one of my heroes.
His On Food and Cooking belongs on every shelf of everyone ever.
The salt was sprinkled on top of the foie gras. Sea salt is
harvested in crispy thin flakes, so it has a great crunch and pop. Also,
because it wasn’t mixed in with the foie, it created tiny pockets of intensified,
salty flavor, dotted all over my tongue. Molto bene.
Then on the first night, I tried a crostono di tartufo (truffles on bread). It was, yet again, an extremely
simple dish. Besides the side salad of arugula (nothing special), it had three
ingredients: Tuscan white bread, salted butter, and summer truffles.
When the crostono
arrived at the table, it was one big slice of bread, topped with
truffle-specked butter. Truffles are a fungus which are prized both for their
rarity (they only grow underground, in the wild, and must be sniffed out by
pigs, goats, or specially trained dogs) and their unparalleled taste and smell.
Truffles have a wonderful, flavor enhancing umami-ness (the fifth “savory” flavor found in cured meats,
mushrooms, and MSG, for example) and remarkable subtlety. To infuse the truffle
flavor into the butter, the chef at Café Desiderio let the truffled butter melt
under a low heat, then resolidify, then melt again, then re-resolidify (gently
dissolving the truffle's flavorful compounds in the fat). Molto, molto bene.
As I was taking in the dizzying scent of my truffley toast,
the waiter pulled out a whole fresh Summer truffle and a truffle shaver and
topped the dish with all those paper thin slices of truffle that you see in the
picture. My oh my oh my. The taste was subtle (Summer truffles are less intense (and
correspondingly less expensive) than their winter cousins, the Black (or
Perigord) Truffle and the ultra-expensive White Truffle) but amazing. Earthy,
slightly sweet, rich and gentle. And the texture was unlike anything I’ve ever
eaten – soft and thin enough to almost melt in my mouth, but still firm enough
to have a bite to it. I don’t have enough molto’s
to say how bene.
In the past not-even-a-week, I’ve eaten some of the best
food of my life. I can’t wait to tell you all about it. Ciao, tutti.
