No winery visits today but we did once again have a great time at the market in Alba. Today's haul was not quite as extensive as last week's, but still it did include a dozen cheeses, lamb, pork, fruits and vegetables. The hardest item to obtain these days are the fresh organic eggs. Our allocation was cut to 6!
We found another five at another stall.
We have survived.
The day passed without us doing much of anything. Cooking, writing, reading filled this lazy Saturday, a very pleasant and well deserved break from the week's work of tasting wine.
Dinner was at home this evening and a bit of an affair since Kerin and her husband were to be joining us. It was a vegetarian affair, in deference to Kerin, and the kilos of carne cruda we have all been enjoying. The menu consisted of peperonata, freshly made from today's haul, grilled eggplant stuffed with scamorza and nettle pesto, grilled zucchini, and a wonderful risotto lightly flavored with summer black truffles from the Alta-Langa.
There was more served, but that's what I recall, as well as the wine, Produttori Barbaresco: 1978 Ovello, 1978 Montestefano, and 1971 Torre Barbaresco. The Montestefano was the strongest wine on this occasion, though all three wines showed well.
I have always been fascinated by this small corner of La Morra, abutting Barolo as it does. Brunate is of course well known, and justly so. This side of the ridgelne, with it's great southern exposure, has produced many great wines from producers such as Marcarini, Vietti, Rinaldi, and Oddero. Cerequio, just to the south, has become associated primarily with Gaja and their Conteisa wine, though in the past Marengo-Merenda produced a rather elegant, full, and complex wine from these fine plots, while Sarmassa has been producing impressive if not spectacular wines in the hands of producers such as Brezza and Scarzello from further down the slope under Cerequio.
Once we arrived at the cascina Liste we stopped for a bit of a rest, it was noon by this time, hot and a long moment to take in the view was appreciated. We still had to walk up to the top of the woods separating Fossati from Case Nere in order to get to the car in Bruante. Skirting the woods the soil remained quite rich in Clay, and moderately steep, though leveling out as we briefly crossed into San Pietro. Here we began roughly a straight walk across the vineyards, arcing from an eastern exposure through to the full south that is to be found on the northern ridge line that marks the border of Brunate.