Sometimes, thanks to wearisome plagues like jobs, budgets, offspring that are legally mandated to attend school, and/or a debilitating fear of pasta, we do not get to live the lives we were truly meant to, the lives that involve spending August in Italy.
So, intrepid, undaunted epicureans that we are, we get a little creative. We put our DIY pants on and paint the kitchen to resemble an artistocratically-crumbling 17th century Umbrian farmhouse, with questionable, but charming results (“It’s so weird honey, I came home and those darn kids had painted the kitchen walls in the likeness of an Umbrian farmhouse! Maybe it’s time to think about boarding school!). We rent out Taste Unique for a week and speak Italian with patient, gracious Chef Stefania while she lets us taste everything she’s cooking, even though we both know full well our “Italian” is the remnants of our high school Spanish spiced up with garbled Soprano-isms. We hide out in the toolshed with a crate of Sangiovese and watch Under The Tuscan Sun on repeat, shaking a pitchfork at the screen with genuine passion each time Diane Lane arrives at her appallingly good-looking lover’s gorgeous seaside apartment to find him frolicking with an Italian underwear model.
And this particular weekend, we immerse ourselves in the culture, music, vivacity and most importantly, food and fermentations of The Boot at a belly-bursting double feature—the all weekend-long Festa Italiana in Pioneer Courthouse Square, followed by a dreamlike afternoon of wine tasting, Sunday, Aug. 26th from 1-5pm, at idyllic Cana’s Feast Winery’s Italy in the Valley, a valley that looks something like this in the summer. Not too shabby, eh?
Tickets to this revitalizing wine country mini-holiday are $20 (click here to buy), which includes wine tastings, olive oil tastings, and a light lunch, or, you can win a pair oh-so-generously donated by Cana’s Feast. Just hop over to the Under The Table Facebook page and tell everyone your favorite Italian varietal, that one that never fails to transport you to Positano, be it Trebbiano, Pinot Grigio, Verdicchio, Prosecco, Dolcetto, Nebbiolo, Sangiovese, Barbera, Nero d’Avola, etc, etc, or, all of the above.
And now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a hot date with my Under The Tuscan Sun DVD, a pitchfork and terrible, awful, appallingly good-looking Marcello.