IT DID NOT TASTE LIKE CHICKEN & OTHER GUSTATORY DELIGHTS

Through a friend who is a dedicated importer and enthusiast for Italian wine we were to spend an afternoon and evening with his brother and wife, Francesco & Giovanna Panella, his mother, Clelia Panella, and the rest of the family in the Massa Martina .
We met Francesco - read big, enthusiastic, rock and roll haircut - and his son Andrea - more current rock and roll haircut and a bit less ebullient - after our tasting at Antonelli near Montefalco. We headed off in our dreadful rental Opel wagon following their muddy Land Rover.
We trailed them for twenty minutes or so and fought our way up unmarked roads and a few dirt tracks to the top of a low plateau surrounded by cleft valleys and higher hills. Francesco hopped out (okay maybe not "hopped" exactly) and told us to get into the Rover as we were headed for a tour of his olive groves et al...
To keep it brief, over the next three or so hours I found new respect for the abilities of this vehicle. We charged and crept our way up and down over every unmarked road in Umbria that we had managed to miss on the way to Francesco's house. After numerous bounces and so many stunning vistas of dense woods, walnut and olive groves, and sheer cleft drops into green valleys we had a pretty good handle on not only the various terroirs of the Massa Martino area but also a variety of truffle hunting preserves and potential wild boar (chingiale) hunting areas.
As the sun began to drop we headed back to the solitary house. Upon arrival it took a little while to break the ice. We all sat a bit formally around a table (which seemed funny after our ride together) and had a sort of stiff visit with Francesco's wife for a bit. After a little salumetti was broken out a treasured homemade coppa came out as well. Coppa is the kind of salumi to have if you like organ meat A LOT. In fact if one organ meat won't do, fresh coppa is perfect because it has about five including brains, eyes, tongue, kidneys, etc...did I mention brains and eyes? Well, Andrea, Francesco's son did and that struck a bit of stark terror into to hearts of some of our party. I knew they would tough it out and consume a slice to be polite - real troopers. Boy, the party was going to get going now!
A 5-liter glass demijohn was then placed on the table; the hue of the liquid inside a deep gold. Ok, maybe suspiciously yellow-gold and a bit cloudy. Francesco explained that this was wine from a neighbor. After tasting the wine I was compelled to ask what he'd done to that neighbor. That brought a good chuckle from Francesco and seemed to relax the group. They were also clearly relieved that something - no matter how vile - was available to wash down the brain/eye loaf that was the homemade coppa. I have to admit that I loved the stuff and ate probably five pieces of it. It's just my kind of thing. I think the only thing that upset my companions more than trying the item was the gusto with which I kept consuming it. For your information it does not taste particularly like chicken.
We moved into the dinner table where an array of Crostini with chicken liver and anchovy paste were waiting along with good local proscuitto and what turned out to be a remarkably tasty frittata with preserved local summer truffles. The dish had just great flavor. After quaffing a little good spumante and after these excellent antipasti my companions were enormously happier and relieved they were done with the eyeballs.
Sitting at the table reminded me a bit of growing up and being at my great grandmother's house. She would sit at the end of the table and monitor your consumption and your face - exactly as Francesco and Alberto's mother did. I hope she liked what she saw because I could not have been much happier - the lady can cook.
The first of two pastas was tagliolini with wild asparagus, olive oil (Francesco's extra virgin) and a little tomato. We had this with good fruity sauvignon and it worked well. The second pasta - spaghetti with preserved local black truffle crushed into it. There was a really generous amount of truffle. We were smiling pretty hard now. What a treat. I thought I'd have to wait for next autumn for more truffle pleasure. I had to have two servings. Really - no choice. (My companions started to glance nervously at each other - as they should have - we were in deep water now - two pasta courses is the beginning of a serious meal).
My favorite dish was next. Beautifully roasted guinea fowl with a sauce that has to have been passed down from the Middle Ages. Made with the livers, wings, and blood among other things. Crazy good flavor. I had to have two portions of that as well. Really...no choice. Immediately after I had two pieces I was then given a gigantic "canapé" of more bird with sauce on a crostini as an alternative method. I was starting to get nervous.
I started to chuckle when the grilled meats came next: pancetta, pork chops, lamb all from a wood burning grill in the kitchen. Fabulous. The others were starting to lose it (eyes rolling back in their heads, no longer able to breathe deeply).
Finally we were on to a series of sweet traditional Easter Pannetone, with some bitter chocolate pieces on the side and plum and orange semolina tarts. Stick a fork in me - please.
What kind and generous people. In every way possible we gained a beginner's understanding of the countryside of Umbria in the best way possible: through the eyes (and stomachs) of people who love and understand the place.
We met Francesco - read big, enthusiastic, rock and roll haircut - and his son Andrea - more current rock and roll haircut and a bit less ebullient - after our tasting at Antonelli near Montefalco. We headed off in our dreadful rental Opel wagon following their muddy Land Rover.
We trailed them for twenty minutes or so and fought our way up unmarked roads and a few dirt tracks to the top of a low plateau surrounded by cleft valleys and higher hills. Francesco hopped out (okay maybe not "hopped" exactly) and told us to get into the Rover as we were headed for a tour of his olive groves et al...
To keep it brief, over the next three or so hours I found new respect for the abilities of this vehicle. We charged and crept our way up and down over every unmarked road in Umbria that we had managed to miss on the way to Francesco's house. After numerous bounces and so many stunning vistas of dense woods, walnut and olive groves, and sheer cleft drops into green valleys we had a pretty good handle on not only the various terroirs of the Massa Martino area but also a variety of truffle hunting preserves and potential wild boar (chingiale) hunting areas.
As the sun began to drop we headed back to the solitary house. Upon arrival it took a little while to break the ice. We all sat a bit formally around a table (which seemed funny after our ride together) and had a sort of stiff visit with Francesco's wife for a bit. After a little salumetti was broken out a treasured homemade coppa came out as well. Coppa is the kind of salumi to have if you like organ meat A LOT. In fact if one organ meat won't do, fresh coppa is perfect because it has about five including brains, eyes, tongue, kidneys, etc...did I mention brains and eyes? Well, Andrea, Francesco's son did and that struck a bit of stark terror into to hearts of some of our party. I knew they would tough it out and consume a slice to be polite - real troopers. Boy, the party was going to get going now!
A 5-liter glass demijohn was then placed on the table; the hue of the liquid inside a deep gold. Ok, maybe suspiciously yellow-gold and a bit cloudy. Francesco explained that this was wine from a neighbor. After tasting the wine I was compelled to ask what he'd done to that neighbor. That brought a good chuckle from Francesco and seemed to relax the group. They were also clearly relieved that something - no matter how vile - was available to wash down the brain/eye loaf that was the homemade coppa. I have to admit that I loved the stuff and ate probably five pieces of it. It's just my kind of thing. I think the only thing that upset my companions more than trying the item was the gusto with which I kept consuming it. For your information it does not taste particularly like chicken.
We moved into the dinner table where an array of Crostini with chicken liver and anchovy paste were waiting along with good local proscuitto and what turned out to be a remarkably tasty frittata with preserved local summer truffles. The dish had just great flavor. After quaffing a little good spumante and after these excellent antipasti my companions were enormously happier and relieved they were done with the eyeballs.
Sitting at the table reminded me a bit of growing up and being at my great grandmother's house. She would sit at the end of the table and monitor your consumption and your face - exactly as Francesco and Alberto's mother did. I hope she liked what she saw because I could not have been much happier - the lady can cook.
The first of two pastas was tagliolini with wild asparagus, olive oil (Francesco's extra virgin) and a little tomato. We had this with good fruity sauvignon and it worked well. The second pasta - spaghetti with preserved local black truffle crushed into it. There was a really generous amount of truffle. We were smiling pretty hard now. What a treat. I thought I'd have to wait for next autumn for more truffle pleasure. I had to have two servings. Really - no choice. (My companions started to glance nervously at each other - as they should have - we were in deep water now - two pasta courses is the beginning of a serious meal).
My favorite dish was next. Beautifully roasted guinea fowl with a sauce that has to have been passed down from the Middle Ages. Made with the livers, wings, and blood among other things. Crazy good flavor. I had to have two portions of that as well. Really...no choice. Immediately after I had two pieces I was then given a gigantic "canapé" of more bird with sauce on a crostini as an alternative method. I was starting to get nervous.
I started to chuckle when the grilled meats came next: pancetta, pork chops, lamb all from a wood burning grill in the kitchen. Fabulous. The others were starting to lose it (eyes rolling back in their heads, no longer able to breathe deeply).
Finally we were on to a series of sweet traditional Easter Pannetone, with some bitter chocolate pieces on the side and plum and orange semolina tarts. Stick a fork in me - please.
What kind and generous people. In every way possible we gained a beginner's understanding of the countryside of Umbria in the best way possible: through the eyes (and stomachs) of people who love and understand the place.


