{"id":477,"date":"2015-02-06T07:54:25","date_gmt":"2015-02-06T12:54:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/annakovel.com\/?p=477"},"modified":"2016-11-09T11:18:34","modified_gmt":"2016-11-09T16:18:34","slug":"cardoons-on-the-caelian-hill","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/annakovel.com\/?p=477","title":{"rendered":"Cardoons on the Caelian Hill"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Cardoons\"<\/a>I came home to write and focus my thoughts, in between a trip to the market and my next outing in the afternoon. My head was full of musings and memories, perhaps a beginning…<\/p>\n

But when I walked into our little apartment I heard the neighbor yelling at his wife, in his husky, brutish Italian. I hear him often, repeating one staccato phrase after another. Sometimes the two of them stand right outside our door and let the tirades fly; then one of them slams the door until their brass knocker clatters to the tile floor.\u00a0 I feel like I’m on the set of an Anna Magnani film. And now I can’t write.\u00a0Oh, another excuse… Looking on the bright side, though, I am certainly picking up a bit of Italian, tuning my ear to the cadences and structure of his repetitions.<\/p>\n

Allora! Cardoons:<\/p>\n

I’ve been feeling like an outsider here in Rome. It’s hard for me when I can’t find the words I need.\u00a0 I feel so pathetic when I don’t know how to respond to simple questions, so rather than be caught off guard, I find I’ve been closing myself off from many casual interactions.<\/p>\n

On one recent morning I walked to the outdoor market in Piazza san Cosimato just to have a look. It’s not a famous market, nor is it picturesque, but it’s our local, and it’s time I get to know it. I wasn’t planning on buying anything, and as usual I was reluctant to engage with anyone. Most of the seven or so produce vendors sell the same vegetables, although slight differences in quality and diversity are evident. In winter I’m seeing a lot of chicories, including loose leaf mixes; cabbages, onions, fennel and large, purple-tinged artichokes- and citrus, citrus, citrus. Even the run-of-the-mill clementines have leaves attached, and look so much more vibrant than what I’m used to seeing at home.<\/p>\n

Many vendors called out to draw me in. A middle aged woman cleaved a winter squash on a wooden crate with ferocity, causing some snickers amongst the young assistants at the neighboring stalls. I decided I was her ally; in my mind I came to her defense: “What do you guys think is so funny? Life seems simple to you now, doesn’t it? Well it isn’t, and this woman knows it- she’s seen a thing or two.”\u00a0\u00a0 Take that, pumpkin!\u00a0 Another vendor, whose brown eggs filled a large bowl caught my attention. Purple spring onions were pretty, but not so fresh- and I wondered about the little boxes of new potatoes, each sold with a sprig of rosemary.\u00a0 I wished I were invisible; I wanted to stare and get up close, to hold the eggs in my hand and inspect each bunch of rughetta. If I were invisible I could go to the cheese counter and lift each pecorino to feel its density, and inhale the scent of the robiola without having to speak a word.<\/p>\n

As I inched closer to the vegetables a vendor spoke to me. I was so near the cardoons. His was the only stall who had them that day, and I was intrigued. Here was something I hadn’t cooked in many years, something I loved: “Cardo!” I spoke, using the incorrect singular form.\u00a0 I wondered (to myself) why I hadn’t seen them more often, and whether it might be the end of the season.\u00a0 But, no-\u00a0 I recalled seeing rows of cardoons growing beautifully just two weeks earlier.\u00a0 That day I had been standing outside the vegetable garden of the convent next to San Gregorio Al Celio<\/a> on Rome’s Caelian Hill, peeking in through an old iron fence. The sight of the carciofi<\/em>-like leaves, dusty, pale green and standing tall in their rows, had spoken to me. When I looked at them I saw myself walking from the garden with arms full of cardoons, and a serene smile. Funny; next I envisioned taking the cardoons into a spacious, quiet kitchen just off the garden, where I cooked them until they were tender, and they glistened with olive oil and lemon juice. I imagined also that there were friends in that kitchen, and I felt calm and content.\u00a0 In that fleeting moment outside the convent garden, I had whispered to a leaf in the sunshine, without saying a word…\u00a0 I want to be at peace.<\/p>\n

I brought the cardoons home with me from the market- and they brought with them so much possibility.<\/p>\n

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