We can’t help but feel we’re living on borrowed time. We’re told that today’s brilliant blue skies and bright sun aren’t at all normal. We should be shrouded in misty grey punctuated by rain showers at this time of year, hurrying to bring in the olive harvest while navigating muddy fields and slippery roads.
Yet true autumn weather has yet to arrive in Martina Franca. There is a snap in the air, but it’s just too beautiful to think about what’s in store this winter. Instead, we spent the afternoon in the country gathering the last of this year’s walnuts. We have a few old trees mixed in with the olives and although we have practiced what can be charitably called benign neglect in their management, they’re still offering a pretty robust bounty.
What do you like to do with walnuts? We’re drying them in the sun now, but I’m desperate for suggestions. Last night we toasted them and sprinkled them in a salad with the last of the wild arugula, some radicchio, an Abate pear and a little gorgonzola. Today I’m thinking about a salsa di noci for pumpkin ravioli. After that, it’s wide open.
We’ll revel in this weather as long as possible.