Filed under: Grassroots Gourmet: Abroad, Italian Region Profiles | Tags: emilia romagna, enology, enoteca, Ferrarini, grape harvest, Italian food, Italian Wine, Italy, Lambrusco, parmigiano, prosciutto, Travel
In Italy’s designated land of pork and Parmigiano, there’s always room for a vineyard.While Emilia-Romagna might not be particularly well-known for having an extensive or flourishing viticulture, the region produces a large amount of Lambrusco and even some international grapes including Chardonnay and Cabernet-Sauvignon.
Working for Ferrarini S.p.A., a company with a lot of land producing a large variety of Italian specialty products (Prosciutto, Parmigiano, Balsamic Vinegar, Wine, etc.) I get the opportunity to follow the entire production process of these things on a first hand basis. Yes, I even get to taste the grapes from Ferrarini’s vineyards. I can’t exactly say my life sucks.
During the month of September into the beginning of October, the grape-vine reaches the height of excitement in its life. Kind of like graduating from high school, the grapes that have been in the process of growing the entire year, are now being picked and transformed in to bigger, better, and more alcoholic things.
Being an American, I have always romanticized the picking and crushing of wine grapes. Having seen that infamous “I Love Lucy” episode far too many times, I expected to see a group of ageless women in checkered dresses with handkerchiefs on their head, picking and stomping grapes to the beat of a distant accordion. Instead, I saw that the people harvesting grapes were actually students, round together every year to make a quick buck during the harvesting season.The harvest is 100% manual, which is surprising considering that Ferrarini has over 20 acres of their land designated for viticulture.
Because this area of Italy is not particularly famous for its wine culture, the general approach for wines from this area is quantity above quality. Lambrusco being the regional wine, is a simple table wine that pairs well with fattier foods, with a light carbonation and acidity that helps cut the heaviness of what’s being eaten.
Running around with Ferrarini’s enologist, Luca Torreggiani, I was filling pages and pages of my notebook with wine facts that any wine-dork/food-freak would find fascinating. A conversation with Luca, my comprehension degenerating with each sip of fermented grape elixir, I pushed myself to understand the intricacies of it all..
The Q&A’s with Mr. Toreggiani
- Q: What is organic wine?
- A: I am convinced that it can’t actually exist 100%. Sure grapes can be grown in an organic environment, without using pesticides, etc. But once they leave the vineyard, Sulphites almost absolutely have to be used in order to create the right fermentation environment for the wine. Sulphites are fundamental for extending the longevity of wine, as well as conserving it’s color and flavor. Organic wine? I’m not convinced.
- Q: Why are grapes always grown on a slope?
- A: Slopes are very important in viticulture. Especially for white wines. By growing the white wine grapes on a slope facing east, they are never exposed to the direct heat of the sun, and the flavors are not burnt or compromised. Red wines on the other hand need heat, so they are grown facing West on a hill to have the best sun exposure.
- Q: How come drinking a sip of Champagne or other sparkling white wine makes me feel immediately drunk?
- A: Well, it’s actually not the alcohol content of the wine that makes your head spin immediately like that, it’s actually because sparkling white wines or “Spumanti” have a higher level of sulphites that have that side effect.
Making wine is not a simple endeavor. It requires an extensive knowledge not only of climate (Ferrarini uses specialized technology to specifically monitor weather patterns), but also a good background in science, and a passion for the product itself. I have a passion for drinking the product, but something tells me that’s not enough to open my own vineyard. As far as a Grassroots Gourmet wine production goes, for now all we have to rely on is the moonshine eating away the plastic of my bathtub. I should probably just stick to drinking and enjoying wine, leaving the rest to the pros.
- Lambrusco Grapes
- Fermenting Tanks
- Ferrarini Cellars
- Grape Crushing Machine
- The Stars of the Show, Lambrusco Grapes
- Luca Torreggiani, Enologist
Filed under: Grassroots Gourmet: Abroad
As my Californian summer comes to a close, I am packing and getting ready to embark for my birthday excursion in London, England. Strangely enough I spent my birthday in London last year as well. I will be the ripe age of 23… better start looking into Medicare. Ah, the life of a jet setter!

Luckily, though my birthday happens to be on a Monday, it also happens to fall on a Bank Holiday, as well as the Notting Hill Carnival. I’m not quite sure what to expect for the carnival but my boyfriend informed me that it’s bound to be a good time. I remember I wanted to go last year when I was in London with my mother, but the news reports of deaths and riots kind of deterred her desires… hmm this should be interesting!
I am anxiously anticipating my return to the motherland (Italia) on September 1st where I will start my internship at Ferrarini and eat all the cured meats and Parmigiano Reggiano that my heart desires. How I miss the readily available delicacies of the land I call home.
As soon as my crazy summer ends, I will get back into the swing of things and revamp this website. Until then, Cheerio! I am off to London!

Filed under: Grassroots Gourmet: Abroad | Tags: Chocolate, Guido Gobino, hazelnut, nutella, gianduja, torino, turin, italian dessert, candy factory
The past week has been a rough one on my stomach, eating and drinking in Piedmont, an region in the North-West of Italia. Obviously I can’t complain because I am living quite the hedonistic lifestyle out here.. eating fine meats and drinking fine wines to my liver’s and stomach’s capacity…
Piedmont, home of the city of Turin (Torino in Italian) is famous for its sweet delicacies, specifically chocolates, candies, and pastries. Home of the Gianduja (the original Nutella), we were taken to the birth of it all, Guido Gubino’s chocolate factory.
Upon walking into the small workshop off a hidden side street in the center of Turin, the smell of freshly crushed cacao beans and hazelnut puree overwhelmed my senses. My mouth started to water as I took a self guided tour around the merch counters at the front of the factory. Towers of perfectly constructed chocolates, bon bons, truffles, hazelnut delights, each one more tempting than the next. Just as I was getting ready to rip open a box of the treats, we were asked to put on the protective garbs and take a trip into the heart of the factory.
Expecting to see oompa loompas prancing around and singing to the beat of the production line, I was not too far off in my prejudgments. The factory was dominated by what seemed to be over caffeinated women, extremely enthusiastic about the product, and eager to give us a taste. The rest of the factory workers were extremely flamboyant Italian men who expressed the same level of enthusiasm for their tea-infused truffles as a night at an Elton John concert… you get the idea.
At the end of the tour, we were offered a tasting of various chocolate delights freshly produced by the happy go lucky people downstairs, including: chocolate truffle infused with sea-salt and extra virgin olive oil (an award winner), chocolate covered ginger, 80% extra bitter dark chocolate buttons, Gianduja hazelnut bits, and crema di cioccolato.
If that wasn’t enough, right after the factory tour at Guido Gobino we were bussed off like slaughterhouse cows to the Pastiglie Leone candy factory on the other side of town….will write about that experience later because all this talking about candy is making my teeth hurt. For more info on the Guido Gobino chocolate company, click here
Needless to say, after all the candy, heavy meats (typical to Piemontese cuisine) and typical wines (Barolo, Nebbiolo, Barbera, etc) I am on a serious detox diet, only fruits and vegetables for me this week. My liver needs a break.
Filed under: Grassroots Gourmet: Abroad | Tags: alicante, paella, playa san juan, spain, spanish beach, spanish beer, spanish food, tapas, valencia
Back to reality, I have had time to reflect on the amazing world that is southern Spain. I was blown away by the extensive world of food and drinks that Alicante had to offer, sunburnt and content I return to Parma wanting more.
My boyfriend, Andrea, having lived abroad in Spain, knew the ways of the land I and let him do most of the talking. After arriving at the airport at 9:30pm, I was worried we had missed the dinner hour, but Andrea reassured me that the Spanish don’t start eating dinner until at least 10pm. I was relieved and highly curious.
We began with Cañas, the Spanish term for a little glass of beer and a little plate of nuts and dried fava beans. Costing a small price of 2 Euros each, we enjoyed this world of Cañas a bit too much, having drunk about 6 liters of beer in the duration of the trip…my ass will thank me later.
After an entire day of sitting on the beach and baking in the hot Spanish sun, we enjoyed an aperitivo. I of course wanting to drink the culture, ordered the typical drink Tinto de Verano which was red wine mixed with lemon Fanta… I know this sounds really weird and kind of disgusting but it was one of the most refreshing beverages I have ever had… perhaps this is because I was on the verge of sunstroke but who cares?
Tapas, Paella Valenciana, and all the like, I fell absolutely in love with this strange world that we had flown into. In Spain, you eat little portions, and often, there are no rules. In Italy, if you curl your pasta the wrong way around your fork you might offend the waiter, but here people were relaxed, vivacious, and happy in the summer sun.
Now that I am back in the world of wine and carbohydrates, I can truly see the contrast of lifestyles between Spain and Italy that I had never before experienced first hand. I can’t wait to go back.
Dos Cañas, Por Favor.
Filed under: Grassroots Gourmet: Abroad | Tags: alicante, gazpacho, paella valenciana, spain, spanish food, travel blog
Alicante Harbor
Taking advantage of the European bank holiday on June 2nd, my boyfriend and I will be enjoying a short getaway to the beach side Valencian city of Alicante. Though my experience may be slightly lost in a sea of mojitos and late-night clubbing, I hope to learn a little bit more about the specialties of southern Spanish cuisine.
Not that I don’t love Italian food, but 8 months of overdosing on carbohydrates has got me yearning for something a little different. The area is famous for specialties such as Paella Valenciana and Gazpacho and the cuisine includes a lot of fresh vegetables, citrus fruits, and seafood.
Paella Valenciana:

Paella Valenciana
A traditional rice based dish including: short grain rice, chicken, rabbit, butter beans, great northern beans, runner beans, artichoke, tomatoes, fresh rosemary, saffron, paprika, salt, garlic, and olive oil.
Gazpacho

A cold, tomato based Spanish soup, using all raw vegetable ingredients.
Hungry?
I will be gone from Saturday to Wednesday the 2nd… and hope to come back philosophically, alcoholically, and gastronomically enlightened. Details to come….
Filed under: Grassroots Gourmet: Abroad, Italian Region Profiles | Tags: buffalo mozzarella, Campania, food, Italy, Limoncello, naples, Napoli, Neopolitan Cuisine, Pizza, Travel
It’s that time of the month again….No, not THAT one.. I mean it’s off for another gastronomic tour to one of Italy’s most beautiful and notorious regions: Campania. Campania, found on Italy’s southwest side, is home to a plethora of famous tourist destinations such as Amalfi, Sorrento, Positano, Capri, and last but definitely most notorious, Naples.
Travelers coming to this part of Italy are surely in for an eyeful of beauty, and a mouthful of food, but must definitely be cautious of their surroundings because despite the romantic landscapes, Naples and its surrounding cities are ‘littered’ (pun intended) with mafia violence and professional thieves. In Amalfi and other coastal tourist destinations in the area, the corruption in this region is hidden a bit more than it is in Naples; however, as a foreigner in Naples one must be incredibly aware of his surroundings and his personal belongings. Even Italians themselves recognize Naples (Napoli in Italian) as being at the crux of Italy’s mafia corruption. The Camorra (as is known the mafia in this region) is incredibly strong and while they probably could care less about a tourist, be sure not to get caught in the middle of a shoot out! (I kind of wish I was kidding.)
Nonetheless, aside from the professional pick-pocketing and potential stray bullets, Campania is home to some of Italy’s most famous food masterpieces, and thus the motivation for my arrival to the Heart of Darkness (to extend my hyperbolic attitude today).
What is the most internationally famous element of Italian cuisine? Pizza. Created in Naples in the late 18th century for King Ferdinand and his wife Margherita (hence the Pizza Margherita).
Buffalo Mozzarella is also a key staple product in this region, despite recent tainting issues this sensually rich and flavorful cheese remains the pride of every Neopolitan. Here in Campania it is freshly made and enjoyed by all.
I will be gone until next Friday (May 14th), and will be leaving my computer at home because bringing it to Naples equivalent to having MUG ME tattooed onto my forehead. This should be true Grassroots Gourmet adventure.
Filed under: Grassroots Gourmet: Abroad, Local Food | Tags: basque country, bilbao, chorizo, farming, food, Gastronomy, Guggenheim, jamon iberico, sheep, sheperd, spain, spanish food
After four days of chowing down on French delicacies I thought would never even get close to my dinner plate, we crossed the border into the Spain for our first day in Bidegoian to a traditional farm and producer of a rare breed of Basque pigs called, Euskal Txerria. In my days as a gastronomy student, I’ve been to a fair amount of pig farms, memories of eye wateringly pungent smells, metal gates, and shit-covered hay. Never in my life have I seen pigs as strange and ADORABLE as the pigs we saw here. Black and pink spotted little devils with ears so floppy they had a very limited visual plane.
After kvelling (my Jewish New York maternal side emerges) for an hour about how adorable these little oinkers were, we were then proudly presented with their ultimate destiny and true purpose for being on the farm: homemade Chorizo and Jamon! Never fall too in love with an animal you see on a farm because inevitably it will end up sliced into little pieces on your dinner plate. Nonetheless, the passion conveyed by these producers for their work, and also for their animals permeated into the quality of their products, and ultimately worked to alleviate the pain caused by eating the cutest pig I have ever seen.
Spending the night in San Sebastian, we were then introduced to the extensive cultural practice that is Spanish Basque cider at the local Cideria. Made from fermented apples, this extremely tart beverage is drunk in continuation by locals of this area. Served from massive wooden barrels, the traditional way to drink the beverage made a lasting impression (until of course my vision was blurred as a cause of over consumption..oops) Opening a little spit on the side of the barrel, the cider came spitting out as we lined up to fill our glass. An important rule however, was not to fill our glasses too high because the carbonation goes away quickly. Therefore, drink small amounts, often. In fact we were told to go up to the barrel as often as we wished, which, was obviously greatly appreciated.
Waking up feeling like I endured a minor concussion, we promptly hopped on the bus again to the Spanish fishing town of Getara, watching the boats unload pounds and pounds of fresh sardines to be sold at the port. The sardines were huge!!
After a scrumptious fish-based lunch washed town with traditional Basque cider, we were off to a the picturesque Aroa vegetable farm to learn about an indigenous pea variety, Guistante Lagrima, which is sold to restaurants at a ‘humble’ price of 40 Euro/half kilo…. though the price seems a bit ridiculous, they were the most succulent, sweet, and crisp peas I have ever consumed. In the garden we were also given the opportunity to pick fresh arugula, a spicy lettuce variety, amongst other deliciously organic fruits and vegetables.
Changing pace completely, we hopped on the bus to yet another farm, however this one was like unlike any I have ever seen. Spread across acres of the Spanish countryside, I was refreshed to see a farm that went beyond industry that truly represented the love this family had for their animals and their main product: Idiazabal cheese. Made from raw sheep’s milk, the cheese was absolutely extraordinary, slightly spicy with a texture that mimicked Asiago. I couldn’t stop eating it. The animals on the farm seemed happy, and the sheep basked in the sun as we met with the cheese producers.
We then arrived in Bilbao, the largest city in the Basque country, unfortunately my impression of the city remains a bit sour because we stayed at one of the most unsanitary hotels I have ever experienced, located conveniently in the drug and prostitution center of the town. Unlike any other city in Spain, Bilbao is an incredibly modernized city, littered with strange and modern art sculptures in the city squares. Most definitely the most memorable moment in Bilbao was the Guggenheim museum, designed by famous architect Frank Gehry. There was an incredible exhibit of Anish Kapoor art that really opened my eyes to the beauty of modern and abstract art.
After one of the most eventful and exhausting weeks of my life, I happily returned to Parma (at 2am) and practically fell into my bed. I calculated the total hours we spent traveling on the bus and it came to about 50. Needless to say, I get chills down my spine at the sight of a tour bus, my ass is still shaped to the mold of the chair. Reflecting on the trip, my stomach is full, I am recharged, and ready to continue to eat my way to gastronomical enlightenment.
This is Grassroots, This is Gourmet.
Filed under: Grassroots Gourmet: Abroad, Local Food | Tags: Basque cusine, Bordeaux wine, foie gras, food, French Basque Country, french wine, oysters, Travel
After a 19 hour bus ride through the French countryside (which was appreciated for a total of 3 hours until I began to question my sanity), I entered the French side of the Basque country. I say Basque country because really it is a land of its own, split by the country borders of France and Spain, the Basque people speak their own language (Euskara) and are considered an individualized people both govermentally, culturally, and traditionally.
Beginning in Bordeaux and the surrounding cities, we were graced with the pleasure of visiting vineyards in the famous wine country of Margaux including Chateau Rauzan-Segla, a beautifully secluded French Chateaux situated quaintly in fields of Cabernet grape vines that reached the horizon, not to mention the property was later purchased by Coco Chanel, that is to say, the quality of the product was nothing short of spectacular.
I was then given the opportunity to break one of my many gastronomic milestones on this trip, Oysters. Having worked in seafood restaurants in California, I always cringed when customers ordered the towering platters of freshly shucked oysters on ice. Amorphous amoeba-like creatures, eating them straight from the shell was never something I found incredibly appetizing. Nonetheless, in the French city of Arachon, I bit the bullet, grabbed a freshly cracked, still pulsing oyster from its crate and sucked it down with a squeeze of lemon. The saltwater and gooey texture overwhelmed my palate while my brain wasn’t sure whether to chew or just swallow the thing whole. Needless to say, it wasn’t my favorite, but appreciating the valor of the delicacy, I watched my other classmates around me slurp these little treats down with ease. Nonetheless, the location and our hosts were unforgettable.
The following day, departing from our airport-side resort (obvious euphemism) in Biarritz, we took another one of many bus rides to the small French town of Peyrehorade to eat one of the town’s famous delicacies, boiled and seasoned Pig Feet….at 9′O CLOCK IN THE MORNING!!!! ah, the torturous life of a gastronome and yet another culinary milestone for yours truly. Entering the restaurant, I felt like I walked into another world, a parallel universe rather, where everyone enjoyed drinking vinegar wine in the early hours of the day, accompanied by scary and unidentifiable cuts of meat. That is to say, we weren’t the only people privileged enough to dine on this treat, in fact these pig feet were flying out of the kitchen. (When pigs fly….)
To wash down my light breakfast, we took a quick walk through the morning outdoor market, and then without a moment to spare we went to an artisanal Foie Gras producer to taste and truly experience the product that has become so internationally controversial. Foie Gras, literally “Fat Liver” in French, is a product made by force feeding either duck or goose to fatten and enlarge their liver, making the product incredibly rich and buttery. Coming from California, this has always been a big no-no in our liberally influenced restaurants, and seeing the production, I quickly understood why. Though I tried the product, which tasted like liver flavored butter, I found it hard to disregard the somewhat inhumane way it was produced. We were assured that allegations of mistreatment by animal rights activists are based upon misunderstanding and ignorance, but nonetheless, I saw the farm and feeding machines with my own eyes, and I was still a bit skeptical.
After days of dining with live Oysters, Pig Feet, Fatty duck Liver, and Pate, I was more than ready to cross the border into the Spanish side of the Basque lands, to see not only how the Spanish territory influenced the cuisine, but also in hopes of escaping the products that were just a bit too adventurous even for someone with a bottomless stomach like me.
- Wine tanks at Chateaux Rauzan Segla
- Estate owned by Coco Chanel at Chateaux Rauzan Segla
- Oysterman Shucking Oysters
- Fish Pate, Salmon and Cod
- A plate full of Oysters, one for everyone.
- Magnum sized bottle of Bordeaux wine, 2.5 Litres
- Outside the Herbin Restaurant waiting to eat pig feet
- Toe bone, my impressions of eating pig foot
- French Bread at the market
- Delicious white asparagus
- Foie Gras
- Dead goose with an englarged liver
- Confit and Foie Gras, preserved in fat.
- My First Oyster!
Filed under: Grassroots Gourmet: Abroad | Tags: basque country, bilbao, bordeaux, food, french cuisine, Gastronomy, Grassroots Gourmet, Iceland volcano, spain, spanish cuisine, Wine
In theory, my UNISG classmates and I are going to seek gastronomic enlightenment in the French wine country of Bordeaux as well as the Spanish Basque country. Touring oyster farms, eating foie gras and confit, and of course drinking the delicious specialties of these regions, including Bordeaux wines as well as Txacoli wine from the Basque region.
Unfortunately, it seems that our group always runs into large bouts of good luck. Sardegna: blizzard, Liguria: Blizzard and high speed winds, just when the weather starts to normalize…. VOLCANO IN ICELAND CLOSES ENTIRE EUROPEAN AIRSPACE FOR AN INDEFINITE AMOUNT OF TIME! Cool.
Anyway, I write this entry in hopes of being able to part for my trip on Monday to Bordeaux. If you don’t hear from me, I’ll be back next Sunday with an update, if you hear from me before then, it means I didn’t go and I am very sad….and most likely hungry.
P.S. Iceland, WTF?!
Filed under: Grassroots Gourmet: Abroad, Italian Region Profiles | Tags: cinque terre, fish, Food Blog, Grassroots Gourmet, Italian food, liguria, pasta, pesto, seafood, Travel, University of Gastronomic Sciences, white wine
My Ligurian longstay is over and I come home to Parma full of deliciously fresh fish and pesto. Ligurian cuisine is uniquely delicious in the respect that it is incredibly varied and incredibly fresh. Known for beautiful summer stops such as Cinque Terre, Genova, Portofino, and Portovenere, the Ligurian region of Italy is often frequented by Italian and international travellers alike….IN THE SUMMER!
The reason I emphasize the season so extensively, is because March is probably the absolute worst time we could have picked to do our week long gastronomic and tourism field trip in Liguria. Why? Well.. let’s just put it this way, Hurricane Katrina like winds, and Snow…at the beach. Almost no shops were open because only an absolute moron would go to the beach in bone-chilling temperatures. Despite this minor detail, we did get some sun, and on the days when the weather was sub-par, we ate like horses to make up the deficit.
Ligurian cuisine has gained international fame for products such as pesto, focaccia, olive oil, and white wine… however, the fresh products that are locally recognized are what really made an impression. We had plates of freshly grilled fish, simply prepared with a squeeze of lemon, delicious white wine, Sciacchettra (a dessert wine), and incredible artisan pasta. Haha are you hungry yet?
We also made a quick trip into Tuscany to see the production of a specialty product called Lardo di Colonata, made in the famous marble region of Tuscany, Lardo is basically large pieces of pork back fat cured in huge marble boxes (that looked like coffins) for 6 months in a bath of salt, garlic, rosemary, and a huge array of other spices. It was pretty heavy to eat but I never thought I’d enjoy a piece of plain lard as much as I did.. mmm gluttony.
For those of you backpacking travellers, I highly recommend coming to this area in the spring and summer seasons. I had to use my imagination to visualize what the city of Portovenere would be like with decent weather conditions, nice summer breeze, cold mojitos and suntans, unfortunately all I really knew was a deserted, windy, and rainy pirate town. Nonetheless, if you eat well, and are surrounded by breathtaking beauty, it becomes incredibly hard to complain.
- Cute little Pesto Shop
- Fresh Muscles with a lemon Squeeze
- Riding an incredibly rickety tractor used for object transport in the hills of Cinque Terre
- Old-timey olive oil/Flour mill
- Olive oil press from the early 19th century. In use until 1960s
- The famous Via Dell’Amore connecting Manarola to Riomaggiore
- Another delicious Fish Antipasto
- Scampi alla Catalan
- Octopus, Potato, Tomato, and Olive salad
- Anchovie Crostini
- Cemetary on the cliffs of Portovenere
- Traditional Spongata and Amor cookies at a Tuscan pastry shop in Potremoli
- Pastry shop owner describing how to properly eat the Amor cookies
- Amor cookies: 2 wafers with a Chantilly butter cream filling.
- Making the traditional pasta Testaroli in an outdoor fire oven
- Torta D’erbetta
- Boiling the Testaroli
- Testaroli: served either with basil and parmasan cheese or pesto
- The UNISG group
- My friend Alice and I on the boat to our restaruant
- Another antipasto: shrimp in a pesto puree
- Anchovy Tartlet and Stuffed Muscles
- Fresh Lobster salad
- Marble Caves near Carrara
- Lardo shop in Colonata
- Lard spices
- Marble tombs filled with huge blocks of lard, weighing in at 10 lbs each


































































































































