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Ciao Laura, you have gone away, this time really.

Laura Rangoni, journalist, writer, lover of nature and animals. Sensitive and courageous woman. I still remember when I learned that he had left his country house in Savigno, that house in which on a summer night, sitting in the garden, we spent hours chatting under the stars. She was gone. Driven by some difficulties, he had left his dream to go and live in a small town in Portugal. Knowing that a friend had been forced to leave Italy made me really angry. I remember writing on impulse: “Unworthy are those who lead the Italians to leave their land!”

She did not take long to answer me, straightforward and direct as always: "Cynthia, one, I am expatriate. It was a long-thought-out and very drastic choice. They are the Italians, (alcuni, least) which lead the Italians to leave their land. It is a cultural question, not politics. Many people are so nasty that they make their stay unpleasant. Italy is wonderful. Too bad for the Italians…” Believe that she did not love this country and its people? Maybe too much, but maybe also, sadness for what these people have become for the most part, led her to radical choices.

Casa rangoni, Savigno

Laura Rangoni guided me during my internship as a journalist. I remember once the path is over, during my visit to Savigno, holding my card he said to me: “And now what do you want to do?"She was very surprised when I told her that in the first place that card represented a revenge, a challenge with myself that helped me to overcome a very difficult period in my life. He was speechless. Cara Laura, now I'm speechless. You left us like this, improvvisamente, displaced, incredulous… You have gone away, this time really.

As it is my habit to say… people continue to live in their memories and their writings. Laura left many. Thinking back to a summer night spent chatting together under the starry sky of Savigno, I am reporting some of your answers extracted from an interview that I did a bit’ years ago. For those who have not known it.

Cynthia, dreams are my only, true wealth. And dreams are simple, writer by country. The scent of jasmine, the tranquility of my pet, the jars of preserves in the pantry. In short, what the ancients called the Golden mediocritas. The fifty years for me have marked an important turning point: just live "outside", I preferred to focus on the "inside". On those things that make me happy, that fill my day, and that does not have an economic value. The serenity and well-being are my daily goals.

I do not like to give unsolicited advice, because the life of each of us is different. But there comes a moment in life when - if it is destiny - you understand that you can no longer remain still in your "comfort zone", understand that you have to dare, You need to do what you really love and try to be as happy as possible, because life runs away in an instant. I understand these things in a very traumatic, when my father came out in the morning to buy bread and never came back. A heart attack has struck down in the street. So I decided to be daring, to savor every moment of life as you were to die tomorrow. And I live today with simplicity, enjoying the small things.

I am not a cook, I do not have the technical basis of a chef, and I would never do such work. But I love the food because the bearer of cultural meanings and anthropological. The food is the prime factor of a people's, is still the first language and religion, in my view. I love to research the ancient flavors, especially of my land, and places in the world that I loved deeply, I love cooking as it was a time, on the stove economic, using antique tools. Dough by hand, chopped by hand, hand-cut. I don't even have a food processor and my "set" of pots is museum-quality. I love the simple food, what I call "hunger food", traditional, poor, with ingredients found on the territory. Too often we have forgotten the poor dishes, the ancient flavors, who have a story to tell, a story that smacks of evenings spent by the fire, fairy tales told in the twilight, or hard work to convince the earth to give us vegetables and fruits ...

Hello dear Laura, goodbye.

Garden of Casa Rangoni, Savigno

 




Savigno, land of truffles and of people united by the desire to do.

32'International Festival of the white truffle of Savigno, Valsamoggia (BO)

We have just concluded the second weekend of the 32 'International Festival of the white truffle of Savigno. Who has not had the opportunity to participate, It may do so during the final round to be held 14 and the 15 November 2015. Savéggn, Savigno Bolognese dialect, a small town that from 1 'January 2014 It became part of the City of Valsamoggia, in the province of Bologna. I spent my last weekend here, surrounded by beautiful autumn colors of the hills around Bologna, and intoxicated by the scents of truffle.

The desire to make people makes the difference in the promotion of the territories.

A manifestation of longstanding, due to the desire to make its citizens, allowed the offer of numerous cultural and gastronomic. With the support of Valsamoggia, molti volontari insieme alla ProLoco e alle Associazioni locali, I cite in particular the Association of Tartufai Valsamoggia and Ascom, They have made possible the success of a trade that saw the main truffle and its territory.

The protagonist: truffles.

The nose evokes aromas and flavors ... for those who love them. Evokes nature, plants and forests. Evokes people, that with man's best friend, and I add women, establish a relationship of trust and respect. The truffle, an underground fungus (that lives underground), sought and loved by many. During my days in Savigno, the following Stefano Barbieri, environmental guide, and Remo Guidotti, tartufaio per eccellenza e Presidente dell’Associazione Tartufai Savigno-Valsamoggia, I met directly "on the field" the difficulties and the needs arising from its collection. Protecting the environment, as always, It is a determining factor. But I'll get to this later.

Aid Cystic Fibrosis Research Foundation FFC.

Combine business with pleasure. Doing good by promoting the territory without forgetting those living difficulties that only research can help. For this reason the proceeds from the dinner of truffle 7 November by chef Igles Corelli, attended humorists ZAP&IDA with their funny cartoons and puns (puns illustrated), It will be donated to Cystic Fibrosis Research Foundation FFC. www.fibrosicisticaricerca.it

Old shops of Savigno.

Loving history and the village shops, that often define the proloco almost permanent representative of typical land, I could not but appreciate the classic signs of shops in downtown Savigno. More beautiful than the. Entering the "butcher's shop", typical local time dating 1898, I met so Guido Mongiorgi. From 1969 by continuity to the butcher shop started by the grandparents with the help of his wife. A gentle Sicilian lady who made a few tweaks to the Bolognese cuisine family, giving greater weight thanks to the use of good extra virgin olive oil.

Durante la visita, besides appreciating the quality of raw materials and the presence of many local specialties, I visited a small museum. Indeed Guido turned the basement into a cozy tasting room in stone with numerous objects and household utensils for a time, raccolti e ben conservati negli anni. Un luogo ideale per fare balotta, snack between Bologna friends whose name originates from the noise of chestnuts on the fire. That is how, in front of a platter of salami and a glass of wine, with a few friends, He told me about Annual maialata. Quiet, nothing spicy, only the appointment of January during which the pork is processed with respect farmer once. By the way ... the women are not allowed, so goes the story.

Local companies that reinvest in the area.

Apennines Food, a famous company of local products based on mushrooms and truffles, principale sponsor dell’evento. The support of Luigi and Angelo Dattilo, holders, He has contributed to the success of the event. I got to meet and chat with Louis over coffee.

Thanks to his passion for truffles developed with a female Pointer Bracco, in 1994 a 26 age, He has decided to turn a pleasure into a commercial reality. Leaving the policeman's uniform, Angelo, Brother surveyor, He has started a transformation of truffles. A company of the territory that promotes the area.

 Potrete vivere tutto questo il prossimo week-end. Savigno vi aspetta!

Tartufo Savigno www.tartufosavigno.com Hashtag della manifestazione: #LiveSavignoTruffle

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My night under the stars with Laura Rangoni

Laura Rangoni, journalist, writer, woman researcher and lover of nature. Chief Editor of the weekly food and wine Kale I work with. There are many similarities that led me to her. The 10 August, at his home in the province of Bologna Savigno, under a starry sky between talk, memories and plans for the future, We slid the hours waiting for a shooting star.

The nights in the country are full of atmosphere, the sounds of nature lead us away from concerns that the artificial noise created by man, over time, we wear out weighing down our lives. Surrounded by the hills of Bologna, in the company of his faithful companions, we spent the night of San Lorenzo sitting in his garden, among the scents of the garden and those of rose plants. The stars are not expected to fall. In truth, I believe that the stars are also on the ground. Those lucky enough to meet them, but especially those who have the ability to see them, can experience moments of true beauty, traendo of this luce, true warmth and well-being.

Sunday 10 August, a Casa rangoni, we held the first inaugural dinner of the cultural association of the same name that soon will start paths degustativi, and cultural well-being. A dinner of friendship and good taste-based products of the care that Laura and personally follows. I wanted to bring it here in my blog, to cherish in my memories a special evening spent among nature and listening to a courageous woman, now I'll know better.

Casa rangoni

Inaugural dinner of the Cultural House Rangoni

D) Laura, I quote a passage in which you present: “I started keeping a journal when, to fifteen years, I left Bologna, my school, friends, dreams of adolescence, to arrive at Monza. The work of my father kidnapped me, and forced to live in a region that I have never loved, in case diverse, in inhospitable places, people with foggy as the weather ... Fifty years have revolutionized my life. " I am convinced that every experience teaches. I say this because I think we can learn from every situation and in every place where we live. Given this, never give up on your dreams. Concordi?

R) Certainly, Cynthia. Dreams are my only, true wealth. And dreams are simple, writer by country. The scent of jasmine, the tranquility of my pet, the jars of preserves in the pantry. In short, what the ancients called the Golden mediocritas. The fifty years for me have marked an important turning point: enough to live “out”, I preferred to focus on “within”. On those things that make me happy, that fill my day, and that does not have an economic value. The serenity and well-being are my daily goals.

Casa rangoni

Casa rangoni

D) Change your life today, in critical times like these, someone is considered courage, other unconsciousness. I know for a fact that 'only daring' you can enjoy life in the true way to be lived. I'm not saying it's easy, tutt’altro. As far as I'm concerned, the emotions experienced through knowledge in recent years, I pay off the inevitable disappointments that these paths we have. You are at a good point. Can you give some advice to those who would, ma not bear?

R) I do not like to give unsolicited advice, because the life of each of us is different. But there comes a time in life in which – if it is fate – you realize that you can no longer remain firm in your “comfort zone”, understand that you have to dare, You need to do what you really love and try to be as happy as possible, because life runs away in an instant. I understand these things in a very traumatic, when my father came out in the morning to buy bread and never came back. A heart attack has struck down in the street. So I decided to be daring, to savor every moment of life as you were to die tomorrow. And I live today with simplicity, enjoying the small things.

…enjoying the small things

D) Now we come to Casa Rangoni, more than a house a cultural center for the promotion of the territory and of the psycho-physical well-being. How did you came up with the idea, and what the next projects in the program?

R) The idea came day after day, growing in silence. Since I moved the Colli Bolognesi, friends who came to visit said, all (and repeat: all) “Here is just fine, There is regenerated”. So I thought it was just that the “magical power” House Rangoni: make people feel good. We have distanced ourselves from the very nature, and stay here, choose their own tomatoes from the garden, go get the wood to light fire, walk among the roses, taste simple but full of stories to tell, reconciles people to a way of life more human, more harmonious with the slow pace of land. Well-being does this mean: feel good about themselves, regenerate, learn to listen and listen. After many years of studies, after so many books written, are now ready to pass on what I have learned to anyone who wants to listen and try to live in a more holistic way. So in the project there are per-courses to learn how to feel good about themselves, to enjoy the honey and wine tastings that have nothing to technical, Cooking ancient foods, traditional, genuine and simple, cultivation and use of herbs and medicinal, di fitoalimurgia…

Casa rangoni - external

…a more human way of living, more harmonious with the slow pace of land

D) As a young girl my father, for me to overcome shyness that led me to isolate myself, gave me a puppy. A dog that, as well as make me happy, for the first time made me feel responsible for creature. We are a country are not adequately educated the reception of man's best friend, despite their therapeutic help is now well established and recognized in many care. I believe that the civilization of a nation should also be recognized through respect and education to animals. To do this you should start from school. What do you think?

R) I think it is very true. All those who know me, attraverso i social o FaceBook, or my books know that I'm a cat lady unrepentant, and my dog ​​Morgana has become a star of the web :-). I love animals, but without exaggeration, respecting their nature. This should teach children, show them that dogs and cats are not toys, but people with their rights and their thoughts. And explain to them that all creatures “serve” in natura, even the mosquitoes… Maybe it will avoid a lot of ugliness and absurdity, such as the recent proposal to tear down the bear that, to defend the puppies, attacked quell'incauto seeker mushrooms…

One of the cats Laura

…all creatures "serve" in nature

D) I often say that 'I love eating more than cooking'. I say this in an ironic sense, seen that in the food and wine especially love the stories search, traditions and emotions stirred. Veniamo a te: Laura Rangoni, not a cook, but a woman who studies, search, kitchen and writes. Mistake?

R) Exact. I am not a cook, I do not have the technical basis of a chef, and I would never do such work. But I love the food because the bearer of cultural meanings and anthropological. The food is the prime factor of a people's, is still the first language and religion, in my view. I love to research the ancient flavors, especially of my land, and places in the world that I loved deeply, I love cooking as it was a time, on the stove economic, using antique tools. Dough by hand, chopped by hand, hand-cut. I do not have even a food processor and my “equipment” cookware is from museum. I love the simple food, what I call the “food hunger”, traditional, poor, with ingredients found on the territory. Too often we have forgotten the poor dishes, bread soup, just to give you an example. In my courses I teach just that: to recover flavors, who have a story to tell, a story that smacks of evenings spent by the fire, fairy tales told in the twilight, or hard work to convince the earth to give us vegetables and fruits…

Then, for work, I also studied foods more sophisticated, Ethnic and similar, but that's another story.

Dinner under the stars 10 August Noodles

…the food is the prime factor of a people's

D) And 'my habit to photograph everything that I like and share, because the beautiful and the good must be spread. House Rangoni, in your hills, I photographed many varieties of flowers. In particular, loving the natural medicine, I am fascinated by the medicinal plants. I would like to organize themselves more courses to raise awareness of the many therapeutic properties of plants. This is to keep people away from the easy remedies pharmaceutical chemicals, not always necessary. When is the first course?

R) As soon sprout herbs, in the spring! But, not being doctor, I do not want to talk about therapies, and I will not do herbal medicine courses. I prefer to consider the plants, both spontaneous and herbs, as facilitators of well-being. The flowers are also: cultivate a garden or a vegetable garden is how to cultivate his own soul…

...cultivate a garden or a vegetable garden is how to cultivate his soul ...

…cultivate a garden or a vegetable garden is how to cultivate his own soul

Cultural Association Casa Rangoni

Savigno (BO)   www.casarangoni.it

 




Tastes in Poetry. The pancakes wisteria

 

I love the wisteria and its color. As a teenager I spent many years in a place where there was a hedge of these flowers infinite. I remember that I walked and walked and ate the pistils .... Well, a few nights ago my way home I saw a cloud of pink clusters of wisteria. Suddenly I locked the car, as is now often the case when something catches my eye. I do not want to miss anything, no more. It’ so I dipped my nose and I started to suck. A delicate but intense, that remains in the memory, as it happened to me.

I could not help but photograph them and write them on the spot my feelings. It’ now this uncontrollable urge to stop the memories and emotions. Images, if shared, in turn give rise to thoughts and emotions in people. You know what came from my sharing this? Poetry dell'amica Alessandra Paolini, una donna che produce olio extra vergine di oliva in Calabria, and pancakes that I have prepared my chef friend Simone Toninato. One, because in addition to smell and admire the clusters of wisteria, I made a small bloomed theft. 😉

In fact the flowers over to view it satisfy the palate through many preparations. Laura Rangoni, wine and food writer and cook in the first place, suggests the use of the petals of the magnolia and acacia. Marina Betto, writer, sommelier, and passionate about plants and flowers (has written a book on gardening on the terrace), adds that the flowers are edible but many must be grown without pesticides (chemicals used against pests). La marmellata di rose, candied violets, ice cream with jasmine, i nasturzi in insalata… very particular flavors to which we are not accustomed, but to try!

Have you ever tasted the happiness?

climbs,Glicine ricetta
voracious, along the lattice
and filled with wisteria
l’occaso

is fragrant,
crisp,
ed elegant

is abundant
lungo le nudità
of gnarled
who have crossed
storms and sterility

see String troppo
the heart of the chains
and covers
petals di Lilla:

Wisteria is a pancake
Happiness!

Alessandra Paolini

And if coltivassimo flower fields…?

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