Gosh, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen your face, twenty-one months precisely. I can only imagine your sun-kissed shadows, the way the wind whips in the cold winter months, the sound of your animals going out to pasture and the lingering sensation of a well aged mirto sipped between my lips. For one day soon, I shall return to your green pastures, and help seed our own garden, made from love.
If you love food as much as I do, then you will drool over the following photo montage of my favourite Sardinian delights.
Cooked porceddu with myrtle berries
Baked pancetta with local mushrooms (hand-picked)
Baked artichokes & potatoes
Freshly cut Sardinian Artichokes
Grilled local veggies
Fresh Sardinian Squid
Artichokes, tomatoes and asparagus – all local!
Local veggie stir-fry
Freshly picked parsley & baby tomatoes
Getting ready for a baking with potatoes & olives
Sardinian Squid Ink Pasta & local red wine
Baked Orate & Potatoes
All local produce: Cheese, Olives and Artichokes
Sardinian Porceddu – Sardinian Pork with white myrtle
Sardinian Sweets – My all-time favourite, in the whole world!
Freshly baked Sardinian Bread
Everything that you’ve seen here is locally farmed, produced and hand crafted from age-old traditions that still ring true today. (I’m still, slowly learning the art of patience in the kitchen.)
I try my best to buy only products (fruit, veg, meats, cheese and wine) which are produced in Sardinia. It’s difficult sometimes but I can proudly say that 80% of the products consumed in my house come from Sardinian farms.
I think it’s important to keep our struggling Sardinian economy going and have bought only local produce for many years. I find the food tastes better, looks better and lasts longer than the produce shipped over on the boats.
Do you support your local growers, farmers and shepherds?
Yellow flashy Usain Bolt-esque runners tied and I’m out the door before the morning sun peaks over the mountain-tops. Florence & The Machine rage in my ears as I begin my warm-up. Herds of cow, horse and sheep meander on the lightly dew dropped mountain searching for their mornings feast.
I am a morning runner, therefore I run.
The mountain pulls me down her slight decline for three kilometers. The salt water breeze kisses my face and I run head on into its morning freshness.
This is how I start my mornings four times a week. Every week, summer excluded.
My turn around point is a small parking area for those wishing to text, chat or play games on their mobile devices, take a pee or watch the stunning panoramic view of the Bay of Asinara.
I used to stop and take in the view, watch the ocean crash in on this stunning island oasis. However, I’ve become stronger in my runs and want to continue on.
The Nuragic Civilization developed during the middle of the Bronze Age (15th-18th centuries BC.) The word nuraghe is perhaps related to the Sardinian word ‘nurra‘ meaning heap of stones. There have been no written testimonies of this civilization and most findings have been scientific theories. Only a handful of the 7000 remaining nuraghe have been excavated, leaving an entire nation still in wonder. Continue reading →