The Runaway Cook

A diary of culinary adventures

Wine From a Hose Anyone?

Wandering on my own today has brought me to some interesting places. Today, I'd have to say was one for the books. Believe it or not I found a small wine shop that sells wine by the liter or half-liter from a large bottle with a hose in it. All the wine is from a local mainland winery and they don't just sell to tourists, the local venetians fill up their bottles here. It's like pumping gas in a way. Just come with your vessel and the guy will bill you for whatever it holds. HA! And if you don't have something to put the wine in, they'll put it in one of their many plastic bottles.

I hot half a liter of pinot grigio and half a liter of a red blend. Two very easy drinking wines. but worth the 4 Euros I they cost me.

Australians and Pasta a Pasta Dinner in . . Amalfi?

I am back in Amalfi! I know what you’re thinking, “Why is Elizabeth backtracking?” Well,   I have made friends with a couple of Australians that also wanted to go to Positano and Amalfi is the perfect place for a lunch break on the two-and-a-half-hour journey. 
We eating dinner at a place that Emilio (cheesy Italian man who was mentioned in earlier articles) told me is the best pasta in town, El Teatro. There are about three ways to get to this hidden little restaurant. One can choose the first white painted stone stairway, the second, or the third. After walking up a story of steep ledge-like steps just follow the all-white, painted, stone hallway between the buildings that leads to a widening in the hallway with tables, a lamp, and a sign. 
I’ve never found a restaurant that fit the word “hidden” so well. This place is practically asking to not be found by most people. I guess that’s how they weed out the foodie tourists from the not so food-motivates others. 
The three of os sit down under the solid arch that shades us from the hot sun. This lengthy hall makes for a gentle wind tunnel so it’s pretty comfortable outside the restaurant. We order the red wine of the house, which cost just more than water per liter. It’s light and acidic but good enough for quenching our thirst and matching our food-somewhat. 
First course is a pizza topped with black olives, tomato, basil, cheese, and from-scratch tomato sauce. The steaming round produces floating wafts of garlicy breeze and a tart scent from the olives and tomato. It tastes delicious, right down to the not-so-thin crust. The edges are crunchy but the center is soft. Strangely, it seems to make us more hungry and refreshed with every bite.
Second course is different for us all. To my left is a plate of stuffed vegetables and across from me is spinach stuffed raviolis covered in garnet-colored tomato sauce. But, right in front of me is a plate full of porchini mushrooms stuffed raviolis covered in a creamy sauce and just begging for me to take a bite. I love mushrooms and these, I have to admit are good, but have been sauteed with just a little too much white wine for my taste, In fact they’re almost a a little bit sour. However, the richness of the ricotta in the filling and creamy sauce almost makes the tart mushrooms seem normal. The pasta is tender and lovely- just what I had hoped for. All in all, I’d have to say I was happy with the meal.








Ahhhh look at the time! With these couple glasses of wine, the three of us have nearly lost track of the time. We must catch the bus to Positano so we can have some time there before we run to catch the last bus back to Salerno . . . . Grab your bags ladies it’s time to run!

A Love Story . . . and Wine



I Am Smitten
I walk alone the hot black-top road dragging my finger along even hotter caramel-colored stones that form the edge to this dramatic turn, and I can’t help but feel the romance here. The warm sun kisses my skin as the breeze plays with my salt-soaked strands of loose hair. Furore, laid out like a pearl necklace coiled back and fourth agains itself on a vanity, is another town just up this row of disobedient mountains that stray from the mainland. 
Perhaps the charm of this small village is what has captivated me, or is this dizzying affect from the many turns it took to make my way up here? Maybe it’s that so many of the walls are painted with murals of life and love? Either way I am smitten and certain that this is only the preface of the love story written here. 
From the outside, one would hardly suspect to find what is hidden behind the unpretentious sliding wooden doors of Cantina Marisa Cuomo. Through the glass panes  only glimpses of the shining metal, glossy bottles, and white boxes. If it hadn’t have been for impeccable directions and a bus driver that recognized the name, I might have missed it completely.  And I’m think the camouflage of this winey is so great because it’s really an extension of a small-town family home. 
A Dangerous Romance
Let me start at the beginning of this true tale as it was told to me by Dorotea Ferraioli, the daughter of wine makers and owners Andrea Ferraioli and Marisa Cuomo. 
It was in the midst of WWII when Dorotea’s grandfather, on her mother’s side, had left his family and fiance back in Italy. In the midst of battle in Croatia, a bullet changed everything. 
Our soldier was wounded and surely fearing death when he was saved by a local family. As he healed from the shot, this Italian boy fell in love with beauty who nursed him. With desperation and passion now pumping through his veins, Dorotea’s grandfather risked imprisonment and smuggled his beloved into Italy, dressing her as a dead soldier. 
Once back to Furore, the lover broke off his previous engagement and married his Croatian bride. Dorotea ended the story saying that that her grandparents had 13 children. Her grandfather made many of the tunnels through the mountains here and the first man he sought to help him was the spouse of his x-fiance. She also mentioned that her aunt married the son of this other family. “You need a big family to pick the grapes.” Dorotea said with a smile. 
Another Love Story

Local wines had always been made and consumed, but the first to be bottled was under the brand, Gran Furor Divian Costiera. Began in 1942, wines bottles under this brand were considered IGT quality and “low quality” according to Dorotea. 
But in 1980, a marriage would change everything. Andrea Ferraioli, son of a local renowned family of winemakers, married Marisa Cuomo.  As a wedding gift, Ferraioli who was just over twenty years old, bought the Gran Furor Divian Costeria as a wedding gift for his bride. 
“[My] mom never worked before in wine, but my father was good because his family worked grapes and made wine.” Dorotea said as she explained that the road to where they are today was full many mistakes. She said it took a while but, “step by step” the honed their skills and worked to make what they have.


Step by Step
In 1995, the Marisa Cuomo winery received D.O.C. recognition as one of three sub-zones in the Costa d’Amalfi. D.O.C. is a status of quality given to only particular vintners who meet a set of agricultural and wine making standards. This designation was only a milestone. Fervent work continued on make the perfect cuvee (blend) of juices to make the best wine the region could offer. 
All their work paid off in 2006 when their top white wine, Fiorduva of 2003, received the “Oscar” of “Best Italian White Wine of the Year” by one of Italy’s most famous publications. This award brought the eye of the world to Marisa Cuomo and was only the beginning of many awards to come
Between 2005 and 2006 Marisa Cuomo wines received Three Glasses from Gambero Rosso, two silver medals for the Furore Rosso Riserva, and the a gold medal in Los Angeles for the Fiorduva.
Recently their 2008 Furore Bianco received the gold in the category of “white blend” for the international wine competition called the Golden Glass Wine Competition. 
A Walk in the Vineyards
So what’s to grow grapes off the steep cliffs of Furore? Consider it tedious, hot, and full of tradition. 
Summers here can be quite warm with an excessive amount of sunlight and little. This means the small amount of land they do have here is great for growing grapes that need to be stressed to produce a strong wine rather than an irrigated wimpy wine-like beverage. But when your town is small, your means of transportation are limited and bust be used across cliffs and ocean, one has a desperate need for growing more meal-friendly produce. This precarious predicament made for an amazing symbiotic relationship. 
To protect their gardens from the bright sunlight coming down and being reflected up, the people of the Amalfi have planted their garden’s under a canopy of trellised vines (called a pergola). But there’s a problem with planting vines in the same ground a vegetables. Vegetables need plenty of water and vines need little water. This problem too has been solved. The vines here are planted into the walls of the terraced land. 
To me, this unique agricultural technique is astounding. I love how clever this is and how the land is used to its fullest potential. I can’t wait to somehow implement this in my own garden. 

Marisa Cuomo is quite small, with only 3 hectares of their own grapes and purchased grapes from other famers all totaling a mere 16 hectares. Dorotea says that although they are small and trying to grow, it's hard to find produce or purchase more grapes and keep the same quality. Marisa Cuomo pays a higher price than most wineries and picks only the best vineyards to produce the grapes for their wine. 

It's not just the vineyards that make these grapes so valuable. It's the vines themselves. All Marisa Cuomo's grapes are from original rootstock of the historical grapes vines used in this area. This means that unlike most wineries around worldwide that graft the original vines to American rootstock for protection of an American louse that nearly wiped out the whole of Europe's vineyards, they use the whole plant un-grafted. This makes for some vines that are very, very old.

The Wine
Hidden deep within a cave formed from chipping away the mountain behind the winery, are barrels and barrels of precious wine.  What was once the home of this family is now a great wine cellar, the product of tedious workmanship and patience.  It is not only gorgeous in here but naturally temperature and humidity controlled. Yet, beyond the cellar and her beautiful barrels, is the earthy wine that pools within. 

Famous for both white and red wines, I have decided to list several of the most well know below along with information on where you can find these delicious wines in The States.


Furore Bianco
Grapes: 60%Falanghina & 40% Biancolella
Grown between 200-550 meters above sea level on a southern facing slope in dolomitic limestone rock, these grapes are hand-picked the first ten days of october. The wine is matured in Stainless steel tanks for four months. 

Wine: Dull straw yellow color with delicate fruit aroma tart but fleshy. Both in the nose an mouth is a distinct flavor imparted by the soil of this region, dark, moist and earthy. The flavor is balanced, dry, and acidic.  Something I personally love about the wines of Amalfi is the strength and zest they have, even the whites. In fact, if your eyes were closed you might think this was a red at first sip. 


Fiorduva Furore Bianco
Photo from KLWines
Grapes:  30%Fenile, 30% Ginestra, 40% Ripoli 
Grown between 200-550 meters above sea level on a southern facing slope in dolomitic limestone rock, these grapes are hand-picked the last ten days of october. The juice is fermented in oak barriques for three months. 

Wine: Bright yellow with golden hues, this wine reminds one of apricots, broom flowers, and a subtle hint of tropical fruits. The flavor carries the aromas through showing apricots, sultanas, and candied fruits.

Furore Rosso Riserva
Grapes: 50% Piedirosso (knows as Per and Palummo locally) & 50% Aglianico
Grown between 180-600 meters above sea level on a southern facing slope in dolomitic limestone rock, these grapes are hand-picked the last ten days of october. The juice is left with the skins for an intense 21 days, then undergoes malo lactic fermentation in new French oak Barriques. The wine is then matured for one year in new French Oak.

Wine: Red with dark ruby hues, the aromas are intense: blackberry, brambles, black currants, and blueberries. In the mouth it is smooth and well balanced with an aromatic finish of brushwood and spices.

To purchase these wines click here
Wine notes and information are from Marisa Cuomo unless noted.


Happily Ever After

In the end, it's never an end. Just as Marisa Cuomo has become a renowned winery, deemed the best winery on the Amalfi coast by many, it is ever changing, growing, and moving forward. Dorotea and her brother are constantly learning and helping to push their family tradition to the best it can be. I wish i could show you all the smile on Dorotea's face as we looked at the grapes that hung from the frames of the pergolas. or the ways her eyes lit up when she talked about her dreams fro the future of her family's legacy. 

I've come to the conclusion that this village in itself is filled with love stories. Those of smuggles lovers, young teammates, big families, sweat and struggle,  and of course the charm of the past and it's pull on the future. (sigh) . . . oh the romance.

To visit Cantina Marisa Cuomo's Web Site Click Here

Acqui Terme


By the end of day one, traveling to a city of hot thermal waters didn’t sound like a bad idea. I couldn’t wait to step off the bus and take a dip in the natural waters. As we crept to a stop,
I couldn’t believe that this creamy colored dream was our hotel. Appropriately called Grand Hotel Thermes, this building sits opposite a gorgeous town square which just happened to be filled with venders for a farmer’s market. Ha! Could this day get any more serendipitous?

Surrounding a round stone and plant town centerpiece of sorts was canopy after canopy of all kinds of vendors including: meats, cheeses, a woman who made her own liquers, bakers, gardeners with fresh produce, and even men selling spices and salts. It was amazing to see such a vast array of producers and sellers. Unfortunately my conversation was limited due to locals only speaking Italian and yours truly, the foreigner, speaking English only. Table after table I would be greeted with a smile and a caio or bongiorno then an expression of “oh” ummmm I can’t speak to you and this is probably not a sale so why try . . .All except the woman who made liqueurs. She gave me a sample of the most divine chocolate alcohol. Thick and rich even the hot sun couldn’t melt away the feelings of bliss it produced.


By this point I had thoroughly sweated through my shirt and was ready to take a dip in the pool. Note to all who read this: APPROPRIATE SWIM ATTIRE IS VITAL. My friend and I did not know the swim etiquette so we were sent back to our rooms for having shirts on over our swimming suits and wearing improper pool headgear and footwear. How my hair fit under that cap I don’t know. Once we finally made it past the spa guards, we sank into the water. It was defiantly thermal water. Although the steamy dip made the kinks from the plane fade, it didn’t exactly remedy the
heat exhaustion.

Dinner tonight was at a local restaurant, Vineria X Bacc. This local gem was just a short walk from our lodging around a curved street and past a steaming fountain. As we made the jaunt it was easy to see that Acqui Terme has had some new paint applied. Delicate petal pinks
and minty greens adorned crisp buildings. Over the last twenty years, more than 120 million euros have been invested into the rebuilding this piece of Lombardia. Why so much? Unfortunately, in Acqui Terme’s past there lurk some dark days. Sinking into financial ruin from the time of Mussolini, it was not until the 1980s the she began to be revived. Today however, she seems to be thriving, and personally I would be in heaven to live here.

After a sharp turn into to an alley housing the entrance to Vineria X Bacc, we were led through the restaurant to a small cube a space between neighboring buildings.

Tables for six were set with wine glasses and green plaid tablecloths. We started off the meal with a bouquet of bread sticks and sparkling wine. After a short toast we moved onto the first course, veal ravioli with parmesan cheese. As the proprietor circled our table filling our bowls with the steaming pouches of beefling deliciousness and our glasses with the dolcetta and alborosa, I was found myself in a state of disbelief. This cinematically perfect moment of dining outside under a yellow canopy, sipping Italian wine, and eating home made raviolis, this was my life, my reality. This night was altogether perfect.

Even our next dish, roast lamb with potatoes, was amazing. I usually can’t stand lamb, but this meat tasted mild, without a hint of wool and barnyard. I loved how tender and juicy it was. And the potatoes, don’t even get me started, crispy amber outsides with golden velvety insides, uhhhh my mouth is flooding with the thought of just another bite.



Finally, dessert came floating out on white plates: fresh strawberries oppos
ite a chocolate flan of sorts, a specialty of this region. The slice of chocolate custard tasted and felt like like pudding in the mouth but had the texture of a soft flan on the plate. This course was served with Rosa Regale, my new favorite.

The only thing left to do now was sip a shot of dark Italian espresso then chase it with some grappa. I usually don’t drink espresso plain, but in Italy, drinking milk after 2:00pm is considered unhealthy and is never done. So, asking for a latte or cappuccino is just out of the question. This was my first introduction to grappa, and can I just say holy buckets!

That stuff is powerful. It’s like a bodybuilder whisky, strong and buff with enough pow in its punch to make you frown.

Dang!

What a succulent finale to such a surreal first day.

A Barrel of Fun


What’s the best thing to do on an extremely sunny, fiery hot, Italian summer day? Visit a place where wood is charred to perfection using art, skill, and science. What you ask is that place? It is none other than Gamba.


Located in the heart of Monferrato, in a place called Castell’ Alfero d’ Asti, Gamba is one of the most prestigious barrel makers in all of eastern Europe. Since the 1800’s the Gamba family has been perfecting their skill over seven generations. Master coopers, Eugenio Gamba and his son Mauro Gamba continue their fami
ly’s heritage maintaining the level of perfection from traditions handed down and using new technologies to push the envelope for barrel
and cask design and creation.

Within moments of stepping off our nicely air conditioned bus, I realized today was going to be one of the hottest of the week. In the lot of Gamba’s establishment one can smell the faint aroma of sawdust and hear the whisper of sanders and saws. As the sun beat down on our bodies and the “summer snow” of the cottonwood trees teased us of cooler days past, Mauro Gamba began to bring us into his world of flame and oak.

In the front of this seemingly simple building, lay piles and piles of old gray-looking wood. To my surprise, this tired lumber laying here was, actually, going through an essential aging process. You see, oak, just like the skins of red wine, has tannins in it. To lessen these tannins and develop the flavor profile of the oak, i
t must be aged for a minimum of three years. During aging, the rain wets and sun dries the wood. Strangely, this vital process imparts vital development of wood character. Just as any food item needs to be flipped to evenly cook, pallets are flipped upside down for about half the aging to ensure even cooking.



Wood used in these barrels comes from the finest oak trees harvested from the center of France. Young oak, as one could guess, can be harsh, green, and bitter in flavor. That fact makes old, 160-170 year old plants sought after. At Gamba, not only is each barrel made from the best wood, but staves are made by splitting the wood rather than cutting it (except for large casks where wood must be sewn together). This method is laborious, but makes a higher quality stave, in that it maintains the fiber of the wood. At Gamba, the staves are treated with respect and care, even bending them is done in the least invasive way. Wood can be bent either by fire or water. Fire produces thinning of the staves, so Gamba uses water to maintain the thickness and quality.
After the wood is split, cut, and bent, the barrels are assembled. Saves are put together, sealed with a paste, and held in place by rings. Before we go further, I just want to talk about this paste. On the day we toured, Gamba just happened to be making Kosher barrels for the making of kosher wine. You might be asking yourself what on earth is different in kosher barrel from a non-kosher barrel. The answer is found in the paste. In a regular barrel this paste, which acts as a sealant, is made of ash, flour, and water. However, in Kosher barrels the paste is made of ash, honey, and water. Mauro told us that Gamba is the leading producer of kosher barrels. Who would have thunk?

Ok, back to making barrels . . . . Where were we? Split . . cut, bent, and . . . aw yes, held together by rings. To this a hand forged ring is placed around the staves then pressed tightly into place by a giant machine.

What’s next? The part we have all been waiting for, the toasting. Back in a small dark room, lit by the glow of flames and the glimmers of sunlight, is the toasting room. Here, barrels, like loaves of bread, are baked to perfection by coopers and their small pots of fire. Take a look at the video below to see how barrels are made and listen to Mauro explain the most important parts of toasting. This room was my favorite of this tour. It smelled just like bakery, sweet and warm, nutty and delicious. It isn’t any wonder that these barrels flavor the best wines when their aromas are so delectable.

When one looks around this small building, it is amazing to think that the men here produce so many barrels and casks for so many wine makers across Europe. Just about everything here is done by hand, or with limited assistance from a machine. It just goes to show you that even after seven generations, hand crafted details are what make this piece of artwork superior. The blend of technology and tradition here is astounding!

Over the past three years of studying wine at Johnson & Wales, they have stressed that barrels are like spices and a wine must have a strong fruit backbone to be able to be seasoned with these spices. Visiting Gamba really hit home how a barrel acts like a tea or spices that are steeped in a liquid, only instead of being steeped within they double as a vessel that holds the liquid. Along with that clearer understanding, experiencing the aromas given off by these newly toasted barrels cause a sort of sensory discovery. I can better understand what oak can impart now that I know what oak’s aromas really are.

So my friends, go burn some oak, or at least grill some oak or just sniff a tree and see what you can sense. It’s amazing to know the ingredient that makes so many great wines taste nutty, dark, and chocolaty.

Giorno Uno



I’m here! I’m alive! I’m exhausted! I’m too excited to care that I’ve only had two hours of lousy sleep! Dazed and jet lagged, the thirt
y of us pulled our half-dead bodies into the bus,
which was warm and very stuffy. Most of us have been traveling for somewhere betw
een 12-24 hours by now. By my standa
rds, that fact deserves an “Ufdah!”
The long ride shot us thro
ugh the country. We found our way into a small town down roads nearly too small for our buss to fit on them. We found our first stop: Vingne Rigali. We pulled around to the winery, parked next to a white house fit for a princess with palm trees in the yard and rose coated stone walls. . . . . The buildings here are so beautiful. Roses everywhere, poppies freckle the lush green with orange. Everything seems a little too storybook to be real. The houses are either shabby and quaint or ancient and magnificent. Alleys are splashed with

pastel pinks, greens, and yellows. Everyone has shutters, everyone hangs their laundry to dry, and everyone has plants covering at least a third of every surface. Leaves and petals seem to grown right out of the walls. Trees here look like bouquets stuck in the ground so upright and all in perfectly straight rows. I never want to
leave!


At the winery we meet the director, Alberto Lazzario. Shock and awe permeated the group as he showed us his cellar filled with hundreds and hundreds of bott
les containing wine in the midst of second fermentation. In-bottle second fermentation is the process by which the sparkle is put into the highest quality sparkling wines. Historically called,
Methode Champenoise or Method Classico, this is the same process used in Champagne, France.

Check out the clip below and listen

to Alberto explain how sparkling wine is made.
(Coming soon)

As we moved into the second room, Alberto showed us the machines that turn this fermented treasure into a finished sparkling wine. Machine number on
e: bottles are placed neck down and the tip is frozen. This ice cube of yeast is removed and di
scarded. This process of removing the yeast is called disgorgement. At the next machine, sues reserve, reserved wine, is added to the

bottle to fill in the empty space and in some cases sweeten the sparkling wine.
After learning the complete process of making these wines, the only logical next thing to do now was to taste them. Alberto handed us a glass of sparkling Gavi called Principessa Perlante . . . then a still wine Principessa Gavia . . .. Then we tried what became my fa
vorite of the day Rosa Regale.
This red Sparkling- made from an aromatic grape. Aromatic grapes, unlike other grapes, show the same strong characteristics in both the aroma and flavor. Moscato is an aromatic
grape. It is a dessert red and as much as it smells like a bouquet of roses and a bowl of macerated strawberries it tastes like the lush petals sweet berries straight from the garden. The sweetness in this wine is not overwhelming and cut by strong acidity and zippy bubbles. I recommend this wine to everyone that likes . . . . um well to taste! Everyone in the group loved this wine. AND Good news: it’s available in the states. Although it is a red wine, the taste and aroma make it as approachable as a white
or blush to those who stay clear of reds.

After the tasting, we followed our leader into a tall white room filled with shining silver tanks. We

stood surrounded by fermenting juice. Each tank here holds enough juice for hundreds of thousands of bottles of wine. Just before stepping into the holding area, Alberto lets us sneak a sniff of the fermenting wine. I was astounded! As he turned the knob, a
hiss of potent aromas escaped from what will become Rosa Rigale I bent down to the spigot to breathe in the loveliness. To my surprise, it smelled sweet, and not very yeasty at all. In fact, it reminded me of banana laffy taffy! What artistry is must take t
o guide this extravagant and wild juice into the lovely creature I had just en
countered in my glass. As we passed from room to room my amazement only grew. We taste pure muscato grape juice as well as among other juices at the beginning of fermentation. These grape juices were no juicy juice. They didn’t even taste like grapes!
As our tour wound down we walked through the bottling area, saw mushroom corks and how they are inserted, we saw the pasteurizer, walked between stacked pallets of wine, and

ended up in the barrel room. Dark and dramatic this room hits to the myste
riously wonderful liquid that hides behind the wooden veils. This next part was a truly Filled with Alborosa and dolcetta. Alborosa is a cross- not a hybrid of nebiolo an
d barbera. Only four wineries in the world make it, and we taste it from the barrel.
Wow! First wine it Italy, first winery, first glimpse into this world that is not longer just a boot on the map, I
just can’t believe it!
After the wine tour we ate what was called a “light lunch” a disguise fo
r a large lunch of so-called lighter fare.