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Vin Brulé: the cure for gray days

Along with acqua alta, roasted chestnuts, and ladies bundled in furs that arrive with the onset of winter in Venice, you’ll also find Vin Brulé in abundance: offered by bars, vendors along light-strung calli, and at holiday gatherings. It’s also the perfect thing to combat steely gray skies by filling your home with the scents of the season.

There are infinite variations, but here’s a recipe I was given, served up a recent holiday gathering, where everyone arrived with umbrellas and stivali (boots), and where the mulled wine really hit the spot. It can be adjusted according to your own taste:
To a liter of dry red wine (choose one with a bit of body – corposo) and even a bit of Port if you like, add:

  • half-dozen cloves
  • couple of cinnamon sticks
  • a bit nutmeg
  • tart apple slices, such as granny smith
  • perhaps some orange, or orange peel (avoid lemon peel, which can turn bitter)
  • sugar to taste (I’m going to try it with raw sugar)

Combine all the ingredients and stir till the sugar is melted; bring it to a boil. Light the alcohol that rises from the top to burn it off; lower the temp to keep it warm. Serve to appreciative guests.

Making another batch this evening…if I come up with any insights, I’ll pass them along.

Or if you have some, feel free to share!

Debunking the House Wine Myth

giulia compleanno laguna burano - 70OK. Who hasn’t received similar advice from both guidebooks, and friends just returning from their first trip from Italy: “Drink the house wine! It’s great, and cheap!” So of course, on your first trip you take this sage advice to heart and enjoy the house wine with everything from panini to a gourmet meal. Anything wrong with that? No. However…

That was then, this is now. House wine no longer has a mandate. So what’s changed?

Wines. Wines have changed. There is a broader variety of better wines that cost much less, especially when you can drink them in the country where they are produced, particularly when they’re from producers you’ll never find back home. It’s un grave errore to travel hundreds or thousands of miles and not explore the non-house wine options, at least on occasion.

What is the difference between house and bottled wine, anyway? House wines are young, fresh, usually fruity (not sweet) and low in alcohol. They are the ideal accompaniment to panini, a quick primo between sightseeing, or anytime you are deciding between wine or an iced tea (which will cost more).

Sitting down to enjoy a four-course meal, though, merits drinking a wine chosen specifically to accompany it. These wines may not be big, aged, or necessarily even famous (best not to choose a wine based on its marketing budget). Indulging in a classic Italian meal that celebrates local cuisine is the ideal time to venture a better wine. And if you’re in a group of four, six, or eight, it’s even easier to choose two or more different wines, as each person will consume a smaller amount of each wine.

tasting.JPGBut how to choose? Most of us are intimidated by our lack of knowledge of wine, for a number of reasons. First, it’s not an original part of our culture. Although the U.S. (for example) produces some wonderful wines, unless you produce them yourself or are within a stone’s throw of Sonoma valley, you probably don’t identify much with wine or winemaking.

Then, there are more wines being produced all the time, all over the world, and unless it’s your business, the sheer number makes them that much more difficult to keep up with, let alone understand how to differentiate among them. It can seem like another job!

Add to that, that almost everything about the wine culture is confusing: the jargon, the labels, to the yet-to-be-completely-dismantled opinion that you have to have some special gift to “really” understand wine. The result? We depend on number rating to choose a wine. What does a number tell you about a wine? Nothing. (Sure, it speaks to our qualifying nature, but I mean, if a wine isn’t good, why is the store where you’re shopping carrying it anyway?)

It’s only attention and experience that brings a greater wine understanding. Experience is a lot easier to come by (and costs less) when you live in a country whose wine sales not only comprise a significant percentage of the GDP, but that has been producing wine for hundreds of years.

The good news is, you don’t have to know very much to order an excellent, reasonably-priced bottiglia or two with your meal. Choose a place that has an ample selection of wine, then ask your server (or proprietor, or sommelier) for their recommendation. Give them an idea of your budget, whether you have any preference (white, red, fruity or dry, aged, or younger, higher or lower alcohol content, spumante or still (fermo), local, regional, etc.). However, if this is a recommended locale known for their wines, never be afraid to let them choose.

Does this mean opting the house wine is now a bad idea? Dipende…it depends. Try an appealing alternative ogni tanto, when the meal merits is. You won’t regret it.

Then…spread the word!

Prosecco passito? Che sorpreso!

By now, the popularity of Prosecco has propelled this unpretentious potation to international fame, to the delight of producers and enthusiasts alike. But Prosecco passito? Who knew!

At dinner with friends, it’s not unusual to have a specific wine chosen to accompany dessert (a Barolo, for it’s glorious reputation, would va molto male, for example.) A nice vin santo, a pleasing Picolit, or even Barolo Chinato (perfect for pairing with chocolate, for example), would be a welcome accompaniments to any dolce. But Prosecco? Fermo? Passito?

Well I never. And it’s just grand. Who knew? Can’t wait to try it on friends alla cieca at the next dinner and see if they can guess what it is!

Here’s the one we had (they produce a passito of Marzemino and Verdiso too, along with a series of Prosecco spumantizzato):

Vicenzo Toffoli, Refrontolo Conegliano

Bubbly in the basement

The Sunday before I headed for the States for the holiday, our choir convened to perform Britten’s Ceremony of Carols at a lovely church in Ca’ Savio all the way up on Cavellino (complete with a brilliant harp accompianiment; we’re repeating it on January 9th in Venice somewhere if anyone’s around). Following the concert, the church offered us a rinfresco downstairs; after an hour’s rainy travel in motonave e bus coupled with a rather intense rehearsal and concert, refreshments had definite appeal.

Now, being a) American and b) from the south, and the Bible Belt to boot, you can imagine my delight and surprise when, among offerings of Fanta orange, tè freddo, and sparkling water, was sparkling Prosecco as well. How sane is that? Catholics are such practical sorts.

Prosecco sur lie - Coste Piane

A sip of prosecco is just the thing to quench a singer’s thirst, I’ll have you know. I felt like I was getting away with something, though, as I come from a country were alcohol in and of itself is suspect, and furthermore, a region where even if you have a social gathering at your own house, you wouldn’t think of serving liquor if you’d invited folks from the choich. Or if you did invite them, you’d never think to bring out the hooch until every last one of them had moseyed on out the door. Whew, I thought they’d never leave.

Of course, it was almost impossible to explain to my friends there why this charmed me so, as they would never get the joke. You don’t serve prosecco in churches? Ever? Why not?

Got me (but we all know how I am). Can’t wait to tell the folks back home – or maybe I just did.