TASTE 2011 – parte finale

Per finire in bellezza vi mandiamo dei collegamenti, dove potete rivivere, almeno nelle foto, l’edizione 2011 di TASTE.

Visitate  il sito di Vanity Fair oppure il  sito facebook di TASTE.

Sotto, la pagina dedicata al Piccolo Collio nella guida ufficiale della fiera.

L’aceto Sirk da IL FRUILI

Da IL FRIULI nr. 10, 18.Marzo 2011

L’aceto Sirk a Terra e Sapori di TG1

Visita della troupe del TG1 in Subida

Abbiamo ricevuto la visita dalla troupe del TG1 con la giornalista Scafuri..A breve, andrà in onda un bel servizio sul territorio con l’aceto, la rosa di Gorizia, l’asperum, il vino.

Vi terremo aggiornati!

Slovenski večer v Primorskem dnevniku

Grape expectations…Il Collio sul sito di Financial Times

Dal sito di Financial Times www.ft.com

Grape expectations

By John Brunton

Published: February 4 2011 22:01 |

There is always a mad rush at Venice’s Marco Polo airport as new arrivals line up to catch the bus into La Serenissima. This time, though, I’m not following the crowds and, after picking up my hire car, I’m soon on the autostrada driving in the opposite direction.
I’m not heading for the traditional bolt-hole of local Venetians, who prefer to take refuge in the elegant villas of the surrounding Veneto countryside or chic mountain resorts high in the Dolomites. My destination is just an hour’s drive away, hidden away in the Friuli, a wild region that forms a rugged border with eastern and central Europe, unspoilt and undiscovered even by many Italians themselves.

There is always a mad rush at Venice’s Marco Polo airport as new arrivals line up to catch the bus into La Serenissima. This time, though, I’m not following the crowds and, after picking up my hire car, I’m soon on the autostrada driving in the opposite direction.
I’m not heading for the traditional bolt-hole of local Venetians, who prefer to take refuge in the elegant villas of the surrounding Veneto countryside or chic mountain resorts high in the Dolomites. My destination is just an hour’s drive away, hidden away in the Friuli, a wild region that forms a rugged border with eastern and central Europe, unspoilt and undiscovered even by many Italians themselves.

Although we are far from the picture-postcard vineyards of Tuscany and Piedmont, the wines produced here, specifically in the rolling foothills of the Alps known as the Collio, are some of the finest in all Italy, stupendous whites from little-known grapes such as Ribolla Gialla and Malvasia, reds that range from classic Cabernet Sauvignon and Merlot to the local Pignolo, and a luscious dessert wine, Picolit, that rivals the finest Sauterne. Better still is that many Collio winemakers have recently opened up rustic bed and breakfasts, allowing you to stay close to the vines.

You won’t need a Michelin Guide to discover trattorias and osterias serving surprising, delicious, regional cuisine that is more Mitteleuropa than pasta and pizza. Tourists are still something of a novelty, so wander into a bar, and five minutes later, the friendly locals will be asking questions and then telling you the best winemakers and restaurants to visit.

Our road trip begins in the unofficial capital of the Collio, the vibrant town of Cormons, surrounded by hillsides clad with vineyards and just 10 minutes from the motorway exit. Although people don’t come here for cultural sightseeing – forget the usual round of museums, churches and castles – there is always something happening in the town, from their twice-a-year jazz festival to art exhibitions and the mid-November Cantine Aperte, where all the wine producers open up their cellars.

The key place to get your bearings is the Enoteca di Cormons, in the town’s main piazza, an immediate slice of local life, buzzing with activity at any time of the day or night. The Enoteca is a cooperative winebar of more than 30 of the leading Collio winemakers, where you can sample all their latest vintages by the glass, before checking out on the map which cantinas look worth a visit. My wife and I are booked in to stay the night at Terra & Vini, a smart combination of an old-fashioned osteria and chic B&B that was created by Livio Felluga, the region’s most important viticoltore. Felluga could be described as the godfather of the Collio, a dapper 96-year-old, always immaculately attired, who still turns heads as he walks down the street in Cormons.

Terra & Vini is run by his dynamic daughter, Elda, who over lunch turns out to be a mine of information about exploring the surrounding countryside. The young chef, Marco Boccotti, creates elaborate dishes and the Felluga wines we taste are simply a revelation: Terre Alte, a sumptuous blend of Sauvignon, Pinot Bianco and the local Friulano grapes, followed by Sosso, their renowned red, an intense combination of Merlot and Refosco. At the end of the meal, Elda offers to whisk us off to meet signor Zof, her cheesemaker, and to the secret address where her smoked ham is cured but the real fun of the Collio is hitting the Strada del Vino and making your own discoveries.

From Cormons, a narrow backstreet runs out of town into the vineyards, leading all the way to San Floriano del Collio and the border with Slovenia. We pass La Subida, a fabulous gastronomic restaurant and plush agriturismo that is the most luxurious address in the region. Josko Sirk, its impassioned owner, is as well-known here for his delicately-aged vinegar as he is for his wine.

Round every corner there seems to be another cantina but we carry on till we reach the Trattoria Dvor in San Floriano. This is quite simply the most magical place in the Collio, with a huge garden shaded by chestnut trees and unparalleled views over rolling hills. We found the wine better than the food, so you might just want a drink, but the trattoria is in the grounds of what was once a castle, long ago destroyed, owned by Baronesse Tracco, and it is possible to stay the night in the agriturismo, a comfortably renovated farmhouse.

In the nearby hamlet of Oslavia is one of Italy’s most renowned, certainly most idiosyncratic, winemakers, the reclusive Josko Gravner. You can’t miss his house as a series of vast amphoras fill the garden. He has dozens of these specially-made two-metre terracotta jars at his cantina, where he ferments each grape harvest for 18 months, part of a quite incredible seven-year period before they go on sale. His cellar isn’t open to the public, so you’ll have to seek it out in local restaurants or wine merchants, where prices begin at €50 a bottle.

Fortunately, it is possible to stop off for a wine tasting just down the road at the cantina of the Primosic family, who cultivate the surrounding vineyards. Marko Primosic could be called the king of Ribolla Gialla, the local grape that is rapidly becoming the signature wine of the Collio, and he even has a yellow Porsche outside with the slogan, “Think Yellow, Drink Ribolla Gialla” written on the bonnet.

Primosic suggests that, before going back to Cormons, we drive into Gorizia for dinner. This is one of those strange border towns, which was literally divided right down the middle in 1947 when Italy and the then Yugoslavia arbitrarily made their frontiers. Since Slovenia joined the European Union, it has been easy to cross back and forth to Nova Gorica, which tempts tourists with garish casinos, but an edgy atmosphere still hangs in the air.

Italian Gorizia is something of a surprise, though, with funky lounge bars such as Caffè Garibaldi and Majda, and one outstanding gourmet restaurant, Rosenbar, where the inventive cuisine of Michela Fabbro, one of the star chefs of the Slow Food movement, features dishes such as succulent baby squid stuffed with radicchio, or fillets of sole with a delicate ricotta and orange sauce, complemented by a bottle of Gravner’s unforgettable Ribolla Gialla – not yellow but a strange cloudy orange colour.

The next day we change base to the other side of the Collio, checking in at the snug B&B of Venica & Venica in Dolegna del Collio, two brothers whose family have been making outstanding vintages for more than 80 years. This is the perfect spot to unwind as the cantina and B&B are right in the middle of the countryside, and guests have use of a pool and tennis court.

For a tasting, though, we have booked an appointment nearby, at the winery of Graziano Specogna, whose wines feature in many of London’s top restaurants – although at very different prices than they are sold for here. Specogna is another typical Friuli character, a bear of a man, enthusiastic and welcoming, who won’t let guests leave until they have tried not just his wines but the salami and ham made on his farm. After a marathon degustazione, a hearty lunch is absolutely necessary, and we head off to another discovery, the Antica Trattoria Ferreghini in Mernico.

The menu features creative dishes that you’d never expect in such a rustic place – venison carpaccio with rocket and edible flowers; pork brawn with horseradish and pickled persimmon; chestnut gnocchi in wild boar ragù with grated black chocolate.

We make a final stop-off at Cividale. Founded by Julius Caesar, settled by the Celts and Lombards, this town was also a crucial outpost of the Serene Republic. The cathedral was designed by the great Venetian architect, Pietro Lombardo. Palladio contributed a palazzo, now a fascinating archeological museum. Most impressive is the Ponte del Diavolo, a bridge that crosses a river with an incredible aquamarine colour that is more Caribbean than Collio.

L’aceto con miele al TG1 RAI

Nell’ambito di “Identità golose” l’aceto quale agro di vino, si è guadagnato considerazione ed attenzione, in particolare è stato scandagliato il suo connubio con il miele. Al successo in sala sono seguite interviste e incontri di cui uno spezzone e finito al TG 1!

Dal TG 1 on-line al minuto 22,45

L’aceto di Josko Sirk sul CORRIERE DELLA SERA

Dal Corriere della sera, sabato 5.febbraio 2011

L’aceto d’uva Sirk con successo a IDENTITA’ GOLOSE – “Joško Sirk: aceto e miele, un matrimonio perfetto”

Dal miele-olio al miele con l’aceto: scende dal palco la coppia Paternoster-Pregl… che vi salga subito dopo Joško Sirk è dimostrazione palese di quanto il miele possa risultare versatile in cucina – ragione stessa del pomeriggio “Identità di miele” in Sala Bianca. Perché? Perché Sirk è il profeta dell’aceto, un fetta di mondo agli antipodi rispetto a quella dell’olio: il miele le unisce in stretto legame gourmand. La simbiosi del miele con l’aceto è un rapporto di amore-odio, di estremi che smussano l’un l’altro le rispettive spigolosità: il primo raddrizza provvidenzialmente la stucchevolezza dolce, il secondo leviga l’acidità tutta liquida. Matrimoni del genere sono solitamente destinati a durare. Anche in cucina? Uno degli sposi – l’aceto – deve essere di qualità. Ricavato, nel caso di Sirk, non da vino («I vini di oggi sono troppo “tecnologici”»), ma direttamente da uva deraspata, lasciata un poco riposare, poi portata subito alla fermentazione acetica con l’aggiunta di aceto madre, lasciata così per undici mesi affinché tutto l’alcol si trasformi in acidità, poi filtrata per eliminare fecce e vinacce, infine posta in barrique per due o tre anni. Fermentazione diretta, spontanea, del tutto naturale: certo il contributo più sostanzioso di Sirk alla gola contemporanea, com’è stato detto. Ottenuto in questo modo un prodotto di grande versatilità e figlio di una storia antica, resta il tema del suo abbinamento, in questo caso col miele. Corre in aiuto lo chef Alessandro Gavagna de La Subida, il ristorante di Cormons da sempre regno di Sirk stesso. Prima con un sorbetto miele, olio e aceto che pare fatto apposta per pulire la bocca tra una portata e l’altra (ha una limitata presenza zuccherina solo per limitare la caratteristica anti-congelante del miele); poi in una dadolata di cervo marinato nel timo e nella maggiorana e poi condito con la paprika e infine aromatizzato con l’emulsione miele-aceto. Bon appetit.

Testo di Carlo Passera

Foto di Alferdo Chiarappa

Veal, Wine, and Vinegar: An Italian Food Journey

Dal sito www.theatlantic.com

Continuing our journey in Italy’s Northeast, we left Hisa Franko and our new friends Ana and Valter who gifted us with homemade preserves (hand-written labels in Slovenian—I’m clueless) and elderberry syrup. We were on our way to Manzano (chair capital of Italy) and the winery Le Vigne di Zamo. I adore their wines and the owners, Silvano and Brigitte, who invited us to stay in their guest quarters.
They had plans with friends, so we dropped off our luggage, picked up the keys, and headed for Sunday lunch at La Subida, a long-time favorite. We bumped into Matteo Carminucci from the fantastic honey company Mieli Thun and his companion Osiride, daughter of Mario Chiaradia, beer-master and owner of Zago. They were without a reservation and the place was packed, but owner-host Josko Sirk squeezed them in at our table. The food was traditional, as always, but presentations were a bit more sophisticated. We began with crispy frico (cheese crisp made with Montasio) on a long lollipop-like stick, wafer-thin pear slices arranged like a rose and topped with melty lardo, and gnocchi stuffed with prune preserves and dusted with cinnamon. Roast veal shank (stinco), the restaurant’s signature dish, was as spectacular as I’d remembered, carved by Josko’s wife, Loredana, worth a voyage. The palate-cleansing sorbetto—honey and vinegar, was delicious. I asked for the recipe.

After lunch Josko gave us a tour of his vinegar works—he selects quality local grapes, ferments in small vats with spontaneous acidification, ages in oak barrels. The results are splendid—we all bought vinegar, and Josko gave us a highly unusual book, Baba Yaga’s black suit, A story dressed with vinegar, photographed by Maurizio Frullani for Josko Sirk. We skipped dinner and spent the evening in Zamo’s culinary-enological library, with a bottle of Pinot Grigio.

We had an appointment with enologist Michele Bean(pronounced bee-AHN) at Davide Feresin’s winery. We tasted Pinot Grigio: extreme, just like Michele—he extracts color and flavor from the grape’s skins (it’s a clone of Pinot Nero, not a white grape) and it looks like rosé and acts like a light red. And a reserve refosco called Nero di Botte—a play on words—barrels and beaten up, with a cartoon of Davide and Michele on the label covered with bruises. We were invited for lunch, prepared by Davide’s mother, but had plans to meet Silvano and Brigitte at Sale e Pepe, a perfect trattoria in the tiny end-of-the-road village of Stregna. We feasted on traditional dishes like buckwheat polenta with ricotta, horseradish and Seuca apples, bean and barley soup, sausage, white polenta, mushrooms and chestnuts, and a tasty dessert called snow in a glass, featuring persimmons. I got the recipe. We spent another evening in the library with Pinot Grigio.

Vito insisted on a visit to our favorite grappa distiller, Domenis, where, in spite of the early hour, we sampled La Storica Nera, my favorite grappa, and I bought cartons of what look like cigarette packs containing eight tiny, single-shot vials, a perfect gift (under the airline liquid limit). Bastianich was nearby, and we had to taste with Wayne Young, the winery’s spiritual leader according to owner Joe Bastianich—Friulano and Friulano Plus, Vespa Bianco, all from the latest vintage, tasty but young. Then back to Osvaldo to pick up our prosciutto, boned, divided into three parts, shrink-wrapped for easy transport.

We had a forgettable lunch nearby, then back to the Le Vigne di Zamo for a tour, some barrel tasting (always fun), and shopping with Brigitte for some vegetables for dinner. Cathy and I were excited to buy brovada, salad greens and beautiful squash, and headed back to the kitchen. Brigitte set out a beautiful cheese selection, whipped up a smoked pork and sauerkraut dish, Cathy and I made soup with the squash, roasted in Brigitte’s wood-burning oven. Silvano poured champagne for the chefs, and, at the table, some historic wines, including a very special 1991 Ronco delle Acacie. After-dinner entertainment: a video of the purcitade, a seasonal celebration starring pork, with butchers who dismantle a pig and make it into salumi and fresh meat, an all-day food and wine extravaganza for members of the Longolardi (a blend of Longobardi and lardo) club—you can join online. Cathy was inspired, and wants do a purcitade at Nostrana. Stay tuned to her website for more information.

Our plans for the morning were cultural, a quick stop in Aquileia to see the phenomenal mosaics (on the floor for easy viewing, Biblical scenes—Jonah and the whale are a personal favorite) and thenVilla Manin for an interesting Munch show I wanted to see. But floods on the autostrada—all traffic west to Milan was detoured and we were stuck in a long line of trucks and cars—left us little time for culture, and we went straight to Sarmeola di Rubano, the kingdom of Alajmo.

Cathy and David hadn’t seen Le Calandre’s new, remodeled dining rooms, we all wanted to taste Massimiliano’s latest creations. And I needed to shop at in.gredienti, the Alajmo’s store. I bought a loaf of Massimliano’s natural mother yeast bread and a few packages of Sarawak pepper, pre-ordered Le Calandre’s extra virgin version of Pandoro, called Pan’olio, for Christmas presents. We were hungry, ready for lunch. Raf had a surprise waiting at our table in the restaurant: my friend Gianni Capovilla, master distiller, who brought me a special bottle of aged (30 years) plum distillate—we would taste after lunch and I could take the rest home. Massimiliano’s menu was a thrill, beginning with raw red shrimp, pomegranate ice and crispy rice cloud, paired with Champagne. Raw Piemontese beef with gold, incense and extra virgin, spaghetti with garlic, extra virgin, chili pepper and oysters, hare with a rich red wine sauce flanked by chestnut puree paired with Barolo Gramolere, hazelnut and coffee gelato with rum ice and milk foam. Raf and sommelier Angelo joined us to taste Gianni’s plum distillate, truly amazing, true to fruit, which seemed to evaporate from our glasses and my bottle.

Vito’s van was packed. Unlike other forms of travel, there are no luggage limits. He helped me unload our purchases and gifts—cases of wine, jars of preserves, fresh horseradish, a package of brovada, honey, extra virgin olive oil, grappa, vinegar, lots of books. My kitchen table was completely covered with bounty. I can’t wait to go back.