When Bruce Springsteen began to sing I was not even born. I started to listen to his music more attentively since 2006, when my rock’n’roll younger sister accidentally handed me Magic, that soon became the soundtrack of my car trips, and still is the album I choose whenever I want to drive lightheartedly enjoying the road. Since then, though, it has been a crescendo of love and admiration for the lyrics of his songs, the atmosphere, the music, the true stories he sings for us. A crescendo of love and admiration for him, The Boss.
I went back in time to find the old videos of his songs, I listened to Fire in the car until I got to know every pause and breath. Since then he accompanied me in the days when summer comes, with Girls In Their Summer clothes, in my travels by car, in the saddest moments and when I was searching for some self-confidence and determination. He was there with his music, and this was enough to turn him in a few years into my favorite artist, said with the enthusiasm of a teenager, holding her diary tightly close to her heart with dreamy eyes.
You might say that even this blog grew up with his music, from the earliest posts in which I listened to his songs for inspiration (just look here and here) to my birthday, when I wished that someone would sing me Surprise Surprise (and I’m still waiting …).
Sunday, the 10th of June 2012, I was at his concert at the Artemio Franchi stadium in Florence, a dream come true, a late Christmas present for me and Claudia. I felt as you feel when you’re fifteen: free, excited, reckless and irresponsible. Irresponsible of my mobile phone, my bag with my driving license and ID card, the book that I had brought to spend some time while waiting on the lawn, the clothes that were slowly soaking up with rain, the shoes, the waterproof mascara, which started to show signs of weakness.
I danced and sang like a teenager in the rain for three hours and a half, jumping, clapping my hands, keeping up with the pace, moved by The River, excited by Waiting on a sunny day. I finally experienced a concert I will proudly remember and say I was there, under that rain, he said also to me you fucking die hard, when we asked for yet another song despite the rain that was soaking us in the last three hours. And what did he sing? Who’ll stop the rain, he is unique, Bruce, The Boss, he is unique.
Then there’s the sandwich. I thought I would have written a completely different introduction, some bucolic stuff, picnic, green lawns and shady beeches, but today I desperately wanted to tell you something about the concert, I was so excited, so I thought… how can I relate a Tuscan sandwich to Bruce Springsteen’s concert?
For a start, it would have been much wiser to bring this sandwich in our backpack with some fruit and a bottle of water instead of buying a fake sandwich there, paying it an astronomical price in the stadium (one tenth of the ticket, I paid for the sandwich one tenth of what I spent on the concert!), but as my high school Italian teacher used to say, if they had wisdom, they wouldn’t be children…
And then, let’s face it, this is a rock sandwich! The grilled pecorino cheese, especially when it’s still pretty young, releases all its milk richness, then it is enhanced by a smoked note that makes it even more appetizing. And then there’s half a teaspoon of mustard mixed with honey… pure rock, sweet and biting, a rock ballad!
A Tuscan sandwich: fava beans and pecorino cheese
- 2 handfuls of shelled fresh fava beans
- 1 tablespoon of olive oil
- 1 pinch of salt
- 1 teaspoon raw honey
- ½ teaspoon mild mustard
- 1 thick slice of fresh pecorino cheese, about 40 g
- 2 slices of Tuscan bread
- Crush the fava beans in a mortar with a pinch of salt and a tablespoon of olive oil until you get a creamy pesto.
- Whip a teaspoon of honey with half a teaspoon of mild mustard in a small bowl.
- Toast the Tuscan bread slices on both sides until slightly golden and crunchy on the outside.
- Spread one slice with the honey mustard mixture and one slice with the fava bean pesto.
- Grill the pecorino slice on both sides until golden and slightly melting.
- Lay the pecorino cheese over the honey mustard spread and top with the fava bean pesto slice.
- Enjoy it still warm.