Roast trout and warm potato salad make the perfect spring supper if you live in Tuscany—and even if you don’tby Anna Blundy / February 23, 2011 / Leave a comment
Published in March 2011 issue of Prospect Magazine
Looking at the river as it runs through central Bagni di Lucca—the part of Tuscany where my house is—it is hard to imagine any trout flourishing in there. When the river is low there are tangles of torn plastic bags in the trees; when it’s high the water rushes through town in a terrifying tsunami, all brown and churning. Less than ideal conditions for a growing troutlet.
Yet the fish siphoned off into Ennio’s gloomy green tanks appear to be in the peak of good health. Until, obviously, he knocks them dead with his murderous stick—which is actually called a “priest.” As Ennio is the local choir master as well as the trout man, this is somehow satisfying.
Ennio has a vast, cavernous warehouse right on the main road. The river water pours through pipes in the wall and seems to leak everywhere. The building used to be a paper factory. I am deeply ignorant about the production of paper, but I know that it stinks of rotten eggs and involves lots of water—and Ennio has lots of water. Shallow puddles on the dirt floor, green dripping mould on the high walls and deep open tanks in which the trout thrash and squirm about, hoping to evade their destiny.
The sign on the plank outside says “trote vive” (live trout) in once bright-green paint. If you ring the dangerous-looking electric bell, hanging off its wire on the gate, nothing happens. When it is raining—and it rains a lot in the Bagni di Lucca area—this is particularly disappointing. Lorries thunder past and, after a while, Ennio trundles up in his three-wheeler and unlocks the 50-foot high doors to his giant’s lair.
He scoops up the trout in a big net, kills them with a swift blow to the head, guts them with a pair of scissors and weighs them in rusting grocers scales. He could sell those scales to the props department of a costume drama in which Julie Walters, wearing a Regency bonnet and long gloves, goes to buy a pound of carrots.
Ennio then hurls the trout, still twitching, in…