Bruscandoli Crostini with Goat’s Cheese

Bruscandoli, or wild hop shoots, are one of those foraged foods that mark the start of spring in Veneto. And although their fleeting season is coming to an end now that the cool rainfalls of April have given way to days of warm May sun, there is still a little chance to get them.

I had no hope of finding them on my usual walk along the canal early this week. It’s been too hot. And yet there they were, pale green leaves and curly stems and delicate tops reaching up towards the sky. There they were, growing through the insidious blackberry shrubs that haven’t yet bloomed, and around the rows of rushes swinging in the breeze. Fragile they are, but also vital, and powerful as they propel themselves higher than anything around them, like a stretched arm, as if to say: “Pick me.”

I have been at home in Veneto for almost a month now. I have enjoyed the garden at its most glorious, and the countryside at its lushest, and the produce at its most tender, before the harsh heat would ripen the first tomatoes and stone fruits, and then paint everything a burnt shade of yellow. Right now, we have blush English roses dangling down from the pergola under which we have our alfresco meals. The jasmine and honeysuckle bushes, planted at the opposite side of the garden, each claim their portion of the fence; they seem to be playing a game of who’s best at dazing me with their stunning scent.

Outside that fence, my little home village is surrounded by sweeps of corn and wheat and barley, and by many fallow fields exploding with red poppies. It’s a beautiful sight, and as moving as that of an impressionist painting can be – transient, hazy, immediate. We have ditches and canals separating parcels of land, and along these grow elderflower and black locust trees, and walnut and willow trees. On the ground, underneath my feet, on the edge of waterways and between lines of poplars are all sorts of edible delights: nettles and dandelion and chamomile, purslane and mallow (the latter sporting some classy velvet-like leaves and violet flowers). And, among the more insidious brambles, there grow the prized wild hops, which Venetians love cooking and eating to bits.

In a lovely passage of her compendium of culinary articles, called An Omelette and a Glass of Wine, Elizabeth David shares her first encounter with bruscandoli. It was at Locanda Cipriani, an idyllic restaurant set on the verdant Venetian island of Torcello. Having observed a couple at a neighbouring table waxing lyrical about a plate of risotto laced with some mysterious seasonal greens, she enquired about the nature of such greens. The couple answered that they were bruscandoli – hop shoots – and warned her about the fleeting nature of this seasonal crop. The following day, then, she hurried to the Rialto market and was happy to find a stall selling bruscandoli. She bought some. But only a few days later, much to her despair, she found no trace of them. They were gone with the first heat wave, she was told.

Just like E. David, my favourite way with bruscandoli is a classic Venetian risotto – the recipe for which will be in my cookbook. Sometimes, I stir a handful of them into a cheesy omelette, which I then use to stuff a sandwich that I eat with abandon, picnic style, juices running down my wrists. More recently, I had the idea of using a bruscandoli to whip up these simple crostini. I found them so delicious that I made them three times in a week.

To tell you the truth, the idea spurred quite casually. I had just pulled a loaf of bread from the oven and wanted to build a meal around it. Having just bought a tub of fresh goat’s cheese from the local dairy, I was pretty set on some open-faced sandwiches, and freshly foraged hops became cherry on pie. Hops got quickly blanched in salted water, then plunged into an ice bath to revive their spirits. A passage in a pool of garlic oil enhanced their flavour without dissipating the lovely, aromatic bitterness that makes them so very special. Tamed, forkfuls of green tangles were set on toasted bread slices smeared with lemony, creamy cheese. Flaky salt. Lunch.

Bruscandoli Crostini with Goat’s Cheese

You can swap the bruscandoli (wild hop shoots) with wild asparagus, dandelion or other seasonal wild leaf or shoot of your liking and that you think might suit this sort of quick and simple preparation. I love these as a quick, light lunch, but they work very well as an appetiser.

serves 4

100g bruscandoli (wild hop shoots)
3 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil
2 garlic cloves, peeled and crushed
8 slices of crusty bread, toasted
100g fresh (spreadable) goat’s cheese or goat’s curd
Sea salt and freshly ground black pepper, to taste

Start by cleaning the hop shoots: discard any woody, hard part of the stalk as well as the leaves. Rinse the tops under cold running water and pat them dry.

Bring a pot of salted water to the boil. Add the shoots and blanch for a minute; drain, cool under very cold water (or plunge into an ice bath) to block their cooking and preserve their bright green colour. Pat dry and set aside.

Set a medium skillet over a medium-high heat and pour in the oil. When hot, add the garlic and fry for a minute, just enough for it to infuse the oil, ensuring that it doesn’t colour. Stir in the hop shoots and stir-fry them for a couple of minutes, until glistening and tender. Season with salt and pepper.

Spread the goat’s cheese over the toasted bread. Top each slice with a forkful of hop shoots. Serve.

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12 Comments

  1. Enrica May 20, 2017

    Valeria, I do love your recipes. They give a sense of simplicity and truth in cooking gesture. The same simplicity and peace that comes out of your astonishing photo.
    Very good and inspiring job!

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    • Valeria May 23, 2017

      Thank you so much, Enrica. And thank you for passing by – I love your blog, so many recipes I didn’t know about. I’ll be looking forward to reading you.

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  2. Mimi May 20, 2017

    It’s sounds so wonderful! I didn’t expect to fall in love with Venice when I went, but I did. It’s lovely that you appreciate its beauty!

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    • Valeria May 23, 2017

      Hi Mimi, I’m so glad to hear that you enjoyed your visit. I know Venice can be controversial at times, but it can be so wonderful, too! x

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  3. Alex May 24, 2017

    This recipe sounds so simple and beautiful. If only I had my own Venetian patio to enjoy it on, haha 😉

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    • Valeria June 6, 2017

      Hi Alex, thank you. Rest assured that this would work anywhere, with or without a patio – though it’s very nice enjoyed al fresco! x

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  4. Fulvio Silvestri May 26, 2017

    Love your work – and your photography! Simple, stylish pp that is a pleasure to both the eye and the stomach.. Keep up the good work, Val

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    • Valeria June 6, 2017

      Grazie Fulvio, coming from you this compliment is twice as humbling.

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  5. Ingrid Hofstra May 29, 2017

    Sounds delicious! Loving crostini and seasonal dishes. So definitely saving this! x Ingrid

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    • Valeria June 6, 2017

      Thank you, Ingrid, these are very versatile so you can really apply the paradigm to almost all of seasonal leaves and shoots.

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  6. Valeria, this is pure food poetry! For a brief moment I was transported to those poppy fields and that porch of yours, air thick with the smells of early summer. I absolutely love how you write about food, and I can only imagine what dreamy passages will accompany the recipes in your combing book. I hope they are many. I’ve never heard about this plant, but something about its transient nature makes oh so enticing.

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    • Valeria June 6, 2017

      You’re so kind, Agnes, thank you. Yes, there are many long essays in the book – it really is a book to read other than to cook from. x

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