Words by Max Jones, Lauren Fitchett, Frank Kibble and Teresa O'Connell
The elvers piece is great! So interesting, want to see more from Frank
I grew up in Veneto, a rich area in the north east of Italy, and my parents who owned a restaurant once bought a fattened pig and had it killed at the back of the building one cold and foggy January morning. I can still see the thick dark red animal blood trickling into a battered plastic basin, only to find it the next day on my plate served as a delicacy. And the shrieks the terrified pig let out during its final instants still resound in my child’s ears.
I loved the chestnut piece, so evocative of a disappearing world, not just in Piemonte but all over Central and Northern Italy, wherever the chestnut was and is a life supporter. He could have been writing about my Tuscan neighbors. However, I venture a correction: it is not pane degli alberi (bread of the trees) but rather albero del pane, the chestnut as the "tree of bread," pane meaning not just bread but sustenance.