The Runaway Cook

A diary of culinary adventures

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.