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Corajisima and her spindle…

Corajisima – ‘the widow of Martedì Grasso’ (the last day to eat all you want before abstaining during Lent). Then, from midnight, Corajisima roams the streets with boiling water to burn the throats of whoever dares to eat meat or sweets.

In southern Italy, hanging a handmade Corajisima effigy in windows or at doors is to remind it’s currently the Christian Lenten ritual of fasting and sacrifice and she’s come to appear as a skinny, old, ugly woman in black with feathers, fruit and a spindle.

However, originally, she was quite different. Since ancient times the effigy of a woman with fruit, feathers and spinning tools has been used in both old, Italian folklore and paganism to symbolise transformation and the earth reawakening. A lovely, comforting figure to encourage perseverance until the full arrival of spring.

I happen to have a doll (just like the one in the pretty red-painted window with its lace curtain) that Nanna Francesca gave to me as a child (yes, this doll is still in my cupboard!) Yet, Corajisima and this tradition wasn’t carried on after she and her mum emigrated from Calabria to Australia and it’s sobering to think of emigration ending a tradition so very old. Perhaps come spring in Australia, I should bring out this doll and find some feathers and a spindle?! (Spindles were a big deal in Abruzzo folklore too.)

Whatever might be thought of these old rituals, to me there is something quite incredible in how they’ve survived thousands of years, to evolve or be hijacked, yet are still ongoing. And it’s wonderful to think this one was originally a figure to encourage perseverance until the arrival of better times, a time of transformation and reawakening. ❤️🍊🧵🌿

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Melanzane fritte and a cornicello…

Melanzane fritte – made with eggplants from the backyard vegie patch, just like the crumbed, fried eggplant slices that Nonna Gia and Sofie cook together in, The Proxy Bride. I’ve put these ones on one of Nanna Francesca’s plates and next to them is a little pot I bought in Italy to stand in as a ‘chilli pot’ (though I confess mine has salt in it at present!)

I hadn’t planned to include recipes at the end of this book but when I was writing about the food in it, I found myself cooking many of the dishes to remind myself of them. Since the way I learned to cook from my grandmother was mostly by watching and tasting, measurements were always a ‘handful of this’, a ‘dash of that’ and if I asked, ‘But how much?’, the answer would be a shrug and something like, ‘Just enough, of course, see?’ It was certainly interesting to try to pin down exact recipe measurements and in the end I thought it might be lovely to share these too.

You might also recognise the cornicello, that amulet of luck that can only be given as a gift, never bought for oneself. A symbol of the earth, fertility, healing and protection that’s endured from as far back as 3400BC in a long-held connection with and reverence for nature as well as humans’ reliance on it for food and survival. Looking at this picture I have to smile – eggplants, a cornicello and handed-down recipes, that’s certainly a little bit of southern Italy going on in northern Australia. 💛 Zoë xx

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