Last week we visited family in Vida, Oregon. My parents grow hazelnuts in the McKenzie Valley. Together with my aunts and uncles’ orchards next door, they cultivate over 100 acres of trees. We figured that a short stay on the farm could serve as a reunion with what we love about Italy: local, fresh food, family crowded in every direction and, of course, il dolce far niente (the Italians’ poetic motto meaning “pleasant relaxation in carefree idleness,” literally “the sweetness of doing nothing”).
It was a week of inspiration and creation. It was a tribute to the food and lifestyle and culture of the Italians. It was a canvas for remembering our favorite parts of the year abroad.
When we arrived, we took a sunny passeggiata around my parents’ place. Then next door, my Aunt Heidi and Uncle Tom brought us to their Italian inspired terrace which they named, the Piazza. Later, we toured the gardens before settling into the kitchen where we made many of our favorite Umbrian (and Oregon) recipes including six different gelatos, daily pasta dishes and a tribute to roasted Umbrian wild boar.
Similar to our Sunday excursions in Italy, this trip to my parents’ provided opportunities to practice the concept of farm-to-table:
When the temperature drove us out of the kitchen, my dad took the boys to his orchard for golf lessons, archery and paint ball. Later, Tom and Heidi led rafting trips down the river.
We concluded the week with another late dinner on the Piazza. Additional family members joined us. In remembrance of Luke, we illuminated the table with candles which we brought from some of our favorite churches throughout Italy.
The “Year in Perugia” was really over in June. These lingering articles are just my arms reaching back for a little more. But honestly, it’s time to sign off.
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With a bittersweet sigh and a thousand memories of la dolce vita . . .