cheat sheet: andiamo a supermercato
don’t believe anyone when they tell you
italian grocery stores are small
Just like any smart millennial, I did a lot of research for how to prepare for life in Italy…. on Youtube.
Something I found interesting in my search: There was a lot of content out there about how the grocery stores (or supermercati) were small, with little variety in options. It made it seem like a life with 30 choices of toothpastes at Target was about to be behind me, and I welcomed that change with open arms. Simplifying life was what we were looking for at the time. But what my adorable Youtube creators failed to mention was that the idea of Italian shopping being limited in options only pertained to finding American staples.
If you’re looking for peanut butter or coffee creamer, you’re going to be sorely disappointed.
But if you’re shopping for in season produce, pasta, cheese, crudo (or charcuterie, as you may prefer to call it), poultry or meats, preserves, beauty products, hoisery, cookies, flour and grains, legumes, yogurts, fresh seafood, fresh pastry, fresh nuts (noci), chocolate (cioccolato!)…. you get the idea. You’ll have more than enough options to choose from.
The first time I went to an Italian grocery store I was completely overwhelmed. It was so much bigger than I expected and based on how clumsy I was weighing and barcoding my own produce, I felt like I had a big fat “Help! I’m new and obviously American!” sticker on my forehead. I didn’t have the right coin increment to withdraw my shopping cart. I couldn’t find where they hid the spices. I forgot to bring my own bags and didn’t know how many plastic ones I needed to purchase. Why are the eggs not refrigerated and next to the potato chips? And where in god’s name is the all-purpose flour?
Not to mention I was using Google Translate for everything because I was terrified of accidentally coming home with ground horse meat (that’s a thing).
Years later I am a pretty seasoned veteran and almost exclusively shop at our local supermercato (Note: as a military family, we do have the luxury of shopping “on base” at a grocery store a lot like a Publix in the ‘90s. But we decided we didn’t move here to still eat like we’re there.) Anyway, considering limited Italian restaurant hours and the fact that there is nothing like UberEats where we live, all meals are cooked in our cucina everyday and it’s made me into a much braver cook in the kitchen, and I don’t use that word lightly.
I recently purchased a local guinea fowl for Christmas Eve dinner. Guinea fowl is a very popular, highly nutritious, white meat option where we live. A whole bird, “I’ll roast her like Ina Garten does chicken!” It’ll be great, so cute. I’ve roasted dozens of chickens in my life, so this will be a piece of cake.
Well… upon opening her, tucked tightly into her saran wrap packaging, I discovered she had feet. Claws. A long neck. Long. Oh my god, a head. A face! A beak. But wait, there’s more… This bird hadn’t been gutted. Completely closed. Yup. Heart, liver, kidneys…all there. A hesitation fell over me at the same time as a cold sweat. I hadn’t dove hand-first into an animal since that pig in 11th grade Anatomy & Physiology. I looked down at my daughter for support, but she was too busy chasing our cat to help me. I had not signed up for this.
Porca vacca! So like a real Italian Nonna, I rolled up my sleeves and gutted my first bird on Christmas Eve.
I can’t say that I’m a different person after going through 35 years of life never having lived through a surprise bird-gutting. But let that be an example of just how fresh Italian ingredients can be, and how skilled the average home chef has to be to keep up.
Eating well, and being health conscious, is in the Italian DNA. Many people find that interesting because when they think of Italian food they think of two things: Pizza. Pasta. (And wine, does wine count?) But upon living here I have learned that while everyone eats that way while dining out, the “fatti in casa” experience of cooking is much less indulgent and much more simplified. Probably using whatever is growing in the backyard garden. It’s the most seasonal we’ve ever eaten, and I feel privileged that it’s the diet my daughter is consuming while her little body develops in the first years of her life.
The laws pertaining to food regulations, managed by the European Food Safety Authority (EFSA), are far more strict here than in the United States. Their regulations include everything from food dyes, additives, chemical enhancers and GMOs that are banned within the EU. There are entire communes near us that are non-GMO abiding. Additives like bovine, used in the U.S. to increase milk production in dairy farms, are illegal here. Other growth hormones like ractopamine and additives such as potassium bromate, BHA… all banned.
Aside from the obvious when shopping for your proteins here, what this means is your local produce is fresh and must be used fast. Fruits and vegetables that we were used to buying once a week and living off of for the next six days wilt and go bad quickly because they don’t have so much “stuff” pumped into them keep them alive longer. So the result is you shop lighter and maybe more frequently.
This is not the bulk buying lifestyle, and the all the tiny refrigerators reflect that.
Anyway, cutting to the chase: I figured I’d include some helpful info that I wish I had heard in those YouTube videos years ago so that you’re more prepared when you live here (because you might, you never know.)
And even if you just travel through Italy, do yourself a favor and find a supermercato to make yourself cena one night. Maybe don’t de-gut a bird, but at the very least pick up some pesto fresca and mortadella with bread. You really wont regret the experience, trust me.
Before we begin… some things to remember: