In today's excerpt from Diary of a Tuscan Chef, Cesare tells how he was able to shed some pounds while still spending hours in the kitchen at Vipore. Use his dieting methods to get yourself in tip top condition for the upcoming summer months!
CESARE VA IN DIETA
Cesare Goes on a Diet
Suggested Wines: Podere Fontarca, Fattoria Di Manzano (Grapes: Chardonnay, Viognier); Pergole Torte, Montervertine (Grape: Sangioveto)
In the winter in Pieve Santo Stefano, there was never much work, especially when it was very cold. For the farmers, there was little to do, and for the locals who maintained the villas of “I Signori” our name for the rich weekenders, even less. To pass the time, everyone came to Vipore, and by early December the bar metamorphosed into a winter piazza. Emilio, Camay, Pietro the butcher, Renzo the barber, and Papa played cards, drank, had coffee. I remember one particularly bad winter when the Signori never came, and the restaurant was deserted well into March. For me, it was the perfect moment to experiment in the kitchen.
We had a lot of pork that year because we’d slaughtered more than ever before. Every day I would try a variation on a favorite pork recipe. My first attempts were with pork cheeks, boiled and mixed with beans, sea salt, and olive oil. Then I turned to Pentolaccia, the dish we make during slaughter, which uses the less noble parts of the pig, like the tails and hooves. All of these dishes were very fatty- and very tasty. I started to feel it around my waistline. That had happened before, my growing a seasonal size. But this particular winter, I outdid myself. By the time March rolled around, I’d gained twenty-seven pounds.
Dieting isn’t easy for anyone, but for me it’s especially difficult. My job is to be with food, and if I’m cooking just for myself, I can’t do it. But that year, I had a brainstorm. I’d do a spa menu for Vipore. That way, even if I didn’t see any dishes to the clients, I’d still be able to eat low fat.
The surprise was that our clients actually liked the spa dishes. They were very Tuscan in concept, and flavorful, full of herbs and spices. Plus, we started putting bottles of olive oil on the tables so that customers could drizzle or douse their orders in as much oil as they pleased.
In less than two months, I not only sold our customers on the idea of spa cuisine, I lose all twenty-seven pounds. Then, when I wanted to get rid of the low-fat items, Papa balked. “They’re selling,” he declared. “They stay on the menu.” I didn’t really mind, it was just that after dieting so strictly, I wanted to splurge, and splurge for my clients, too. More to the point, I didn’t want word to get out that I’d been on a diet. In Italy, no one trusts a skinny chef.
