Mother of winemaker Pontoni with Christian Patat of Ronco del Gnemiz chatting in Friulan |
Early this morning Nico and David and I went out to a butcher shop in the hills, to see the old traditional ways that they use to butcher a pig. It was an emotional moment for me and Nico but it gave us a look into this world apart from the wine. Nothing was wasted in the creature and immense respect for the animal I could feel by Eugenio Butussi and his assistant when the pig was transformed from a living creature into food. We ate a little of the salumi from another creature that had been butchered weeks earlier, along with a stout demijohn of Tocai at 10 AM.
One of our many gracious hosts, Filippo Butussi, took us by a field that had just been plowed for the corn planting. The campo, where once a fornaio stood in Roman times, was littered with terra cotta and pieces of amphorae 2000 years old. I never tire of walking in ancient dirt, digging up old clay pieces from lifetimes ago.
After our last tasting, back to the Il Roncal agriturismo and winery for a chat with the winemaker, Stefano Salvini and the proprietress Martina Moreale. There is another story there for another time, but the time we live in, 2011, even now, for a woman in a traditional place is challenging.
Lastly, I would have loved to spend an evening cracking walnuts and drinking red wine with I Clivi's Ferdinando Zanusso, who truly is one of the most interesting men in the world. His past life in Africa, and traveling the world, working for the UN, then coming home to make intense wines from fields of old vine organic grapes. Another story I do want to tell.