A Turi, la focaccia non è solo pane: è memoria che si sfoglia. La Fecàzze a sfuègghie, con i suoi strati unti d’olio e il profumo del forno a legna, racconta una tradizione antica fatta di gesti lenti, domeniche di festa e sapori che resistono al tempo.

FOCACCIA A SFOGLIE TURESE

LA FOCACCIA A SFOGLIE TURESE

La Fecàzze a sfuègghie è una delle espressioni più autentiche della tradizione gastronomica di Turi.

Preparata con pochi ingredienti essenziali e una lavorazione paziente che crea sottili strati di pasta unti di olio extravergine d’oliva, questa focaccia a libro veniva tradizionalmente arricchita con la conserva di pomodoro piccante (chenzèrve ascuànte) o con la conserva di pomodoro e peperoni (chenzèrve scescète), preparazioni di dispensa che davano carattere e profondità al sapore.

Oggi quasi dimenticata, resta una testimonianza preziosa della cultura locale: assaggiarla significa entrare in contatto con l’anima più vera del territorio, dove il cibo non è solo nutrimento, ma memoria viva.

When Papagna Comes

In the dialect of Turi there are words that seem simple, almost ordinary, yet they hold remarkable stories within them. They are words born from everyday life, from work in the fields, from family customs and from that popular wisdom which, for centuries, was passed down not through books but through the stories of elders. One of these words is undoubtedly papagna.

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When Time Takes Shape: The San Giovanni Clock Tower and the Measure of a Community

In Turi, time ceased to be merely the passing of hours when it lost its point of reference. The old clock on Via Sedile, by then silent and distant from the beating heart of the town, became the symbol of an absence: it no longer marked the hours, guided daily life, or represented the community. What emerged was no longer a technical issue, but a question of identity itself. Where should a community place its sense of time? And in what form can time tell its story?

TuriBorgoAntico

Jun 153 min read

Roots Across the Ocean

In 2004, Gary arrives in Turi with his wife Margot. He is not a tourist, nor a casual visitor. He is a man searching — for answers, for faces, for traces. He is trying to give meaning to a story that, for years, had been built more on assumptions than on certainty. Waiting for him are familiar hands, those of his cousin Maria and her husband Franco Cannataro, quiet custodians of a piece of that past. When he steps into his grandparents’ home, in Via Nardelli 11, time seems t

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May 83 min read

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LA FOCACCIA A SFOGLIE TURESE

When Papagna Comes

When Time Takes Shape: The San Giovanni Clock Tower and the Measure of a Community

Roots Across the Ocean

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