UMBRIA

In 1906, the poet Giosuè Carducci became the first Italian to win the Nobel Prize for Literature, largely on the strength of 56 poems he composed between 1877 and 1889, comprising three volumes that are collectively known as the Odi Barbare or The Barbarian Odes. The English translation of the title carries a pejorative charge its author did not intend; rather than referring to violent savages, Barbarians here are just the pre-Christian, Greek and Roman civilizations often celebrated in Carducci’s verse. The poet, an ardent patriot, connects these legends of antiquity to contemporary avatars of the Italian state like Garibaldi and Queen Margherita, forging and celebrating a usable collective past for a peninsula less than a decade removed from unification. The most famous lines though, are about Umbria: “Hail, green Umbria…..I feel in my heart the ancient home, my fevered brow touched by the olden gods of Italy.”  

The region has been known as Italy’s “green heart” ever since - a sobriquet ubiquitous enough to come off as a cliche, but it’s more like a proverb. Though small, rugged, and perpetually in neighboring Tuscany’s shadow, there is something about Umbria that really ties the Italian tasting room together; its rolling hills and medieval towns occupy the center square of the Apennine peninsula, and it is the only Italian region without a coastline or international border. From Umbria, all you can see is more Italy/other Italians, in other words; perhaps that’s why Carducci (originally from Tuscany and a resident of Bologna for most of his adult life) thought it appropriate to make the place his conduit to the ages. 

But there’s also more to Umbria than timeless, platonic Italianness. Like most ancient places where it’s easy to observe your neighbors but hard to escape them, the region has a complicated relationship to its surroundings. Umbria is eccentric: it houses old, relatively un-touristed villages with venerable but unfamiliar folkways; the giant lake Trasimeno, to rival the more famous Como, (featuring an island, Maggiore, in the center with exactly 12 residents), its own tiny Venice (the 50 house village of Rasiglia, with canals and waterways dating back to the Middle Ages) and the world’s second largest human-made waterfall, Marmore, which the Romans initially constructed  to divert unsanitary water away from a nearby town, but now produces hydroelectric power. 

It is also the onetime site of the accidental republic of Cospaia (1440-1826.) Forgotten in a real estate transaction between Pope Eugene IV and the republic of Florence  on account of confusion over two local streams with the same name, this tiny strip of land found itself abruptly without landlord, and the inhabitants took the opportunity to declare independence. They also declined to institute a formal government or legal system, build jails, prisons, police or military, and instead attempted to live by one written maxim, inscribed on a church door and parish bell: Perpetua et firma libertas or “Perpetual and secure freedom.” During its surprisingly durable existence, Cospaia became a tariff-free special economic zone, and buffer between the Papal States and the Duchy of Tuscany. Beholden to the laws of neither, it was also exempt from a tobacco-growing ban and thus had a monopoly on the production of the crop. This relative lack of rules predictably attracted all kinds of exiles, fugitives, mountebanks and annoying libertarian types who made the place a byword for contraband, leading to its incorporation into the Papal States at the end of the Napoleonic era. Each of its residents received a silver Papal coin and the authorization to continue tobacco production as compensation. I don’t know why there hasn’t been a prestige cable drama set there yet. 

I would also love to find bottles I could claim were Cospaian for the club, but the wine from Umbria is distinctive enough on its  own - it doesn’t require (sorry) cosplay. This month we have a Sangiovese based blend that incorporates Sagrantino, the tannic, full-bodied red grown almost exclusively here.  And our white selection is made from Trebbiano Spoletino, an ancient varietal, indigenous to Umbria and totally distinct from other grapes under the ‘Trebbiano’ umbrella. Both are great. 

Alan Hicks  - Wine Buyer, Noe Valley 

Spaghetti alla norcina

(Spaghetti Norcia style)

Norcia is a small town in the southern part of Umbria, up in the mountains over 6500 ft. altitude. This place is known for

the skills of the local butchers with cured pig meats like salami, prosciutti, sausages and other preparations. The area is

also famous for the black truffle (tartufo nero di Norcia) that is foraged by locals that pass on the secret of this tradition

from generation to generation.

INGREDIENTS (serving 4)

320 g spaghetti

100 g fresh black truffle

4 anchovies fillet in olive oil

4 tbsp. extra virgin olive oil

1 sprig of thyme

1 clove of garlic

Instructions

- Bring a pot with water to boil then add the spaghetti

- Clean the truffle with a brush for vegetables if it needs it

- Thinly slices 3⁄4 of the truffle with a truffle slicer if you have or with a sharp knife

- Heat the olive oil in a sauté pan and before it starts sizzling remove from the flame, add the truffle and mix to

obtain

- a sauce. If too thick add one or two tablespoons of water

- Bring back the pan on the burner keeping the flame low

- Add the garlic clove and the anchovies. Using a wooden spoon mix delicately all the ingredients for the sauce

- When the spaghetti is done drain them, saving a cup of pasta water in case the sauce get to dry

- Add the spaghetti to the sauce and sauté at medium-low heat for a minute

- Check if it needs any salt and serve in pasta bowl with the rest of the truffle, more anchovies if you like, and

thyme leaves