My 400 year old wood burning oven
I promised someone in a food group to publish pictures of my oven. It’s not at its best because the entry has been used to quickly get garden supplies out of the rain, but the oven itself isn’t going to change much, so here it is, with explanations.
This is how it sits in the garden, attached on one side to my garage and what was once the granary. I wonder if they kept the milled flour in the granary and this was the most convenient place for an oven? There is another one at the other end of the borgo, but it is built below the house, which makes me think that either there was no danger from fire or they didn’t think there was. Since all these villas were part of one family complex, I thought it was interesting that there were two ovens.
This is what can be seen from the door. The long pieces of wood are about 4 feet long and that’s so you can heat the whole oven at once, evenly, by burning these sticks. These happen to be Bay Laurel that I kept when I pruned to flavor the smoke when I cook meat in this oven. The wood used to heat it will be a mixture of those that burn very hot and those that burn a long time. All that remains to be done now is repairs to the shelf in front of the oven opening, which seems more cosmetic than anything else. I waited to find out whether that plaster also needed to be heatproof or not, and the answer I got was, “Couldn’t hurt.”
This is a closer view of the oven itself. I realize now that I have neglected to take a picture of the two iron doors that can be put in place to keep it closed. I have no idea why I have two identical doors and one opening. Maybe whoever stole the oven tools left the extra door in payment? The little pile of ashes remains from the fire we lit to sterilize the oven. We all suspected that spiders, which are the curse of central Italy, would have built nests and webs inside the various passages, but in reality, nothing left any traces inside the oven or anything that connects to it. Inside the little building, yes. In the wood storage area, yes. All over the roof structure and beams was covered with dirt and webs that fell into my eyes and gave me allergic attacks I thought would fell me, but the oven itself was pristine. There must be something about wood ashes.
This is looking into the hemispherical oven itself. It’s really big in there! It’s all coated with heatproof cement, quite smooth. The temperature of the surface, I am told, can reach 1750° F, which is hot enough to destroy even Mad Cow virus– although the meat it was in would have disappeared long before the virus died. This is only the surface of an enormous mass of masonry which takes about eight hours to heat. Once it is hot you stop feeding the fire and begin to use the heat by cooking first things that want high heat, like pizza and bread, then flasks of beans, various casseroles and chunks of meat. We have flip-over stainless steel grilling grates on little legs that allow us to pull some of the coals out for grilling things, too.
If summer really comes this year, I’m planning on a big oven day when the friendly neighbors will invite family and others to come and we’ll cook all day just like the old timers used to. It will be a day that starts at 4:30 in the morning with cooking beginning about 12:30 and continuing into the evening. That’s just like it used to be once a week, every week, for hundreds of years.
9 comments June 19th, 2008
