Waiting for the gates of the estate to open... |
So, what goes with parmigiano reggiano and parma prosciutto - well, aceto balsamico (traditional balsamic vinegar) of course !
We arrived at Villa San Donnino, an estate in the Modena area just outside Bologna, to see how balsamic is made. Like many folks, we were not aware that the "Balsamic Vinegar of Modena" that we had bought in the grocery stores back home wasn't the real deal. By local Italian standards the balsamic that we had been buying (and enjoying!) is a convenient short cut to what is reverentially referred to here as the Tradizionale variety.
Traditional Balsamic is made only from white grapes that are aged in wooden casks for a minimum of 12 years. To be precise, the aging process for a particular batch is done in a series of 5 wooden casks, each one made from a different wood (to impart a distinctive taste) and each cask slightly smaller than the previous cask. Over the 12 year period, the liquid from the first and largest cask is slowly added to the next largest cask where it ages some more before being slowly added to the next largest cask - and so on and so on. By the end of 12 years, it has aged and condensed sufficiently to be called Aceto Balsamico Tradizionale.
In the cool, dry attic of an old stone house traditional balsamic ages for 12 years. |
Each year, a little bit of each cask's contents is transferred into the next largest cask to continue the transformation. |
We were able to sample some different varities from the owner of the San Donnino estate (including 25 year old aged balsamic) to understand why the Italians are so adament about the distinction between 'regular' balsamic that most people buy in supermarkets and this sweet, syrupy treat. I can attest that it's nothing like any balsamic I've had before. To be certain, this isn't something you'd put on a salad. It's took thick and expensive to be used that way. It's meant to be used sparingly on cheese or even ice cream (yes, we tried it that way and it's quite possibly better than any chocolate topping you've ever had).
"Max, Max, we have guests !" |
Almost every wall and surface had artwork of some kind. |
Psst, can you believe someone actually lives here. |
The following day, while driving back to Rome, we decided to stop in Perugia for lunch. My only reference points for Perugia were 1) the Perugina chocolates that I remember my great aunt giving us at Christmas when I was a little boy and 2) the more recent news reports of the American student Amanda Knox who was accused of murdering her roommate and the lengthy trial that ensued.
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