The Invasion of the Vikings!

This summer we had the pleasure of hosting some wonderful guests from the north - way north: Iceland. Maybe the further north that people come from, the warmer they are. An amazing group of people - but boy can they DRINK!! And they introduced me to Reyka vodka :-)

THE INSEPARABLES

In Italy, Love Birds are called "Inseparabili". Once they find a mate, they stay together for life. They don't have to be of the opposite sex and, judging by the coloration of ours, I think they might both be males.
Everyone always says that if love birds are separated, they will die. They just can't bear to live without each other.
I've never had birds before but I've always loved the idea of hearing songbirds all day long. And boy do these birds sing!
We keep them in a cage on the loggia of the villa where they get lots of light and fresh air. It is the caretaker's job to make sure the cages are clean and stocked with water and feed.
One day last week, he was cleaning the cages as he always does - outside. I never said anything to him but I didn't think this was a good idea. If the birds somehow got out of the cage, they could simply fly away. I always thought this job should be done indoors where, should they escape, we could easily retrieve them.
Well, the inevitable happened. The bottom of the cage wasn't latched properly and when he went to lift the cage, the top separated from the bottom and one of the parakeets got out. He didn't go very far probably because he wasn't used to real flying. In cages they more or less just hop around - they don't really fly fly. So, there he was clinging to the outside of the cage while his mate was still inside. Maybe he wasn't sure that he wanted freedom without his mate. Or maybe he was trying to tell the other one that he should join him in the wilderness.
The caretaker called me frantically to come help. Just as I got there, he managed to grab the escapee and put him back in the cage. What he hadn't noticed, however, was that the cage still wasn't latched properly. As he picked up the cage, it came undone once again and this time both birds flew the proverbial coop. They were short flights. Hops, actually. But down the courtyard they went, ever further as they "got their wings." One flew into the jasmine bush and the other into the garden path. The caretaker managed to grab one in his hand. But the bird in the bush had found his freedom. Up he flew over the terracotta roof and into the olive orchards.
I was totally dismayed. Not because one had flown away but because I was afraid of what would happen to the caged one.
We kept the caged bird in the garden hoping its song would lure back his mate. We scoured the treetops, climbed balconies and terraces but all to no avail. He was gone.
I was distraught at the thought of the remaining one dying in his cage of a broken heart, of sheer loneliness, even though others kept reassuring me that parakeets always return. I waited and looked up at the sky as often as I could. No sign of him. That's when I decided that if he didn't return by nightfall, I would let the other one go as well. I'd rather have them try to find each other in the open fields than have one die in captivity. It was my only option.
As the hours passed, the caged one seemed to be singing louder and louder. Or was he crying? Screaming for help? I tried not to listen.
The sun was now setting and I had to think of letting him go in the morning. Just then, the caretaker hears another similar song coming from the upstairs terrace. It definitely wasn't the caged bird, it was a response. Up we went to the terrace and sure enough, there was the mate, singing as loud as he could in response to his mate down below. He had returned.
We brought the cage upstairs, placed it on the wall and licketysplit, he came hopping over to the cage. Both birds now singing together. It took awhile to lure and retrieve the free one but we finally did it.
Love conquers all - even freedom.

How to make Orecchiette

For all you foodies, here's the secret to making authentic homemade pasta - find an old lady to do it for you. And then you can learn from her. Ours is the mother of our good friend Giuditta Mazzilli. Her mom was nice enough to come to the villa from the neighboring town of Giovinazzo to show us how "Orecchiette" are made. The recipe is very simple: semolina flour, a small amount of white flour, water and a pinch of salt. You add the water in small amounts because, as she wisely informed us, "you can always add more but you can't delete." Then you knead the dough, make long, tubular strips, cut little pieces with a butter knife and roll each piece on your forefinger and thumb as you cut the piece. Sound easy? Not so much. It's all in the finger roll.

Holy Week in Puglia

I know it's a long time since last Holy Week, but since I had some nice pictures and it's a wonderful experience, I thought I'd post it now. Most of the towns in Puglia still have rather amazing Holy Week ceremonies. I only attended the ones in Ruvo di Puglia and Terlizzi but I was mesmerized, nonetheless. The silence, the devotion of the spectators and the detailed statues that are brought out in the middle of the night is something not to be missed.

The Cappellis pay a visit.

Sorry that it's been so long since I've updated the blog but. But whatever. Here I am. In April, we were delighted to host an entire Cappelli clan. Actually, they were 2 different Cappelli clans since the Cappellis that came to visit are, unfortunately, not related to us Cappellis - not yet anyway.They came from Bronxville, NY, Scarsdale, NY and San Diego, CA. I have to say that although we don't think we're related, it really was like having an extended family stay with us. Lou Cappelli, the head of the family, was very intrigued when he discovered that his family on his grandmother's side most likely was originally from Terlizzi, as well. He was remembering Italian phrases in dialect from his childhood that could only have been from Terlizzi. The family's name was Baldassare which is a very common name in our town. They did some sightseeing but mostly we just did what most guests at the Villa do; we ate and drank and laughed and enjoyed our surroundings - those of nature and of humans.

Our Extra Virgin Olive Oil gets the DOP

After just four years, Villa Cappelli Extra Virgin Olive Oil has been granted the highly coveted EU designation of DOP - Denominazione d'Origine Protetta. If you look on your store shelves, you will find very few olive oils with this highly esteemed label. According to Wikipedia, DOP (or PDO for anglophiles — Protected Designation of Origin) "ensures that only products genuinely originating in that region are allowed in commerce as such. The purpose of the law is to protect the reputation of the regional foods and eliminate the unfair competition and misleading of consumers by non-genuine products, which may be of inferior quality or of different flavour. Foods such as Gorgonzola, Parmigiano-Reggiano, Melton Mowbray pork pies, Asiago cheese, Camembert de Normandie and Champagne can only be labelled as such if they come from the designated region."

As you can see, Villa Cappelli Extra Virgin Olive Oil is now in very exclusive company.

We are thrilled at our new seal that you will be seeing on our communications, packaging and website:

Hello blogosphere. After a couple of years of writing the villa blog (Life at the Villa) in a dimly lit corner of the cyber netherworld (Mac), I've been coerced to take it beyond friends and family - why should they be the only ones to suffer my drivel?