I’ve only been in Italy for a few days but I already have so much to tell. And the frenetic, chaotic windup to the fairs has already begun.
Team Do Bianchi is about to head out from Brescia for Cerea, where we’ll be tasting at the Vini Veri fair.
But in the meantime, all I can think about is the wild asparagus (above) that we were served at a wonderful home-cooked dinner in Franciacorta last night.
It’s one of those foraged delicacies that come around only once a year.
How to describe their delicate flavor? They taste like spring…
Another highlight last night was meeting the acting priest of Gussago village, a young fellow.
“Enough with your Latinorum!” I wanted to tell him (I’ll buy a bottle of Franciacorta for the first person who can name the novel that inspires my joke).
I didn’t, of course. But it was fun to meet him and trade notes about religion. He was super nice.
Thank you again, Arici family, for hosting us. The tagliatelle tossed in salmon and cream, the spit-roast rabbit, the zero dosage Chardonnay… everything was fantastic.
But those wild asparagus? Unforgettable.