Ya feel me, dawg? |
One of my favorite wines of the summer, the "Piano Piano" Rosato |
The odd wine, only insofar as it seemed out of context with the area, was a Petite Verdot, “Per Cecco”, a wine made in homage of a friend who is no longer with us. The wine really entranced me. And when Giovanni, who is originally from Sardegna, brought out a pile of Pane Carasau and this spreadable rich cream cheese, called Muflone (which is from the Mouflon, Ovis musimon, “thought to be the one of two ancestors of modern day sheep”). The crispiness of the bread and the creaminess of the spread married well with the spicy Petite Verdot. An odd pair, but it worked. And another rule broken, having a meal with fish and cheese, although not the same courses.
Well, that really pretty much sealed the deal for the night. We couldn’t go to bed without a shot (or two) or Mirto. My stomach was very grateful to Giovanni for bringing out the Sardinian digestive. So was Franco, seeing as it was he and I who finished off the platter to make sure none of the seafood's life was in vain. Yep, we done 'et it all.
an alternative to fighting traffic on the crowded coastal highways of the Maremma |
Hey, it was the weekend, after all. And I have a busy week ahead, finishing up on the mainland of Italy and then heading off, post haste to a rather large island. Probably one you would never guess. And so, if you are interested, you will just have to check back here in a few days and see where I will be, on the wine trail in Italy.