The name Casabasciana probably comes from the Roman settler called Bassius, who built his house here. The town is perched on the side of the hill about 4 kilometres up from Fabbriche di Casabasciana on the SS12.
My friend and I were invited by Heather Jarman from Sapori e Saperi to join the dinner put on by the Squadra di Cacciatori , the hunting team from Casabasciana, an offer too good to refuse, especially since the proceeds of the evening are to be used to renovate a building in town to provide help for some of the older residents.
We went up to the village in the late afternoon to discover the delights of Casabasciana.
The streets of the village are narrow, winding and steep.

There are lots of lovely old buildings to see.

I spotted a small statue of the Madonna in an alcove opposite the main church.

She was standing on an interesting base.

We wandered to the outskirts of the town where the buildings end and some of the farming area still exists.

We met Giovanni with his tractor loaded with wood.

He has lived all his life in Casabasciana and proudly showed us the house that belonged to his grandfather which he has renovated for his daughter.

He keeps a very neat wood pile.

Spring is coming to Casabasciana.

We met Heather who showed us some of the things we missed.

The communal washing area, which is still used.

Her garden shed.

Another little shrine.

Beautiful building decoration.

The oldest, and apparently the best water supply.

The lovely little church beyond the village.

The fresco inside the old church.

We were on the edge of town to see the sunset.

We went to the main square which looked beautiful at night.

The town is tiny, but it has a bar and an excellent shop which stocks everything.

We had a cup of tea in Heather’s lovely kitchen.

Her house has lots of gorgeous rooms.

Finally it was time for dinner.

Tommaso and Anna Rosa serving the crostini.

First course.

Patiently waiting for the next delicious course.

The pasta.

The chingiale arrives.

The vegetables are served by Dalida.

Renato carving the porchetta.

My porchetta.

Alfredo enjoying his stinco (shin bone)

Pannacotta for dolce.

And as is that wasn’t enough, there were frittelle di San Giuseppe to follow.

If you get the chance to attend any of these local dinners, do so, you will love it.

Take a look at Heather’s website and blog. She knows all about the local festivals.

www.sapori-e-saperi.com

Casabasciana from above.