It happens slowly, the drive through the gates at Montalero, up the driveway to the Castello. Gorgeous trees line the drive and wrap you in their magic.
We are greeted by Tinkie, the best-behaved Jack Russel terrier I’ve ever met. Not a yap out of this pooch, only scratching at your room door in the night to let you know he wants a slumber party.
We are greeted by Charlie Watson and his dad, Chris, when we arrive. A warm welcome, an invitation to leave our bags, and see our rooms before a light lunch with our other sojourners. Opening the door of our suite, we feel at home. A lovely room, painstakingly restored, with all the mod-cons of home.
| The drawing room |
Upon freshening up, we traipse downstairs to the terrace, where our group for the 5 days is assembled. One couple from Scotland, a family of 4 from Detroit and two long-time girlfriends from Long Island. Lunch is served with local wines, a frizzante white, and a Barbera red. After lunch, a rest and a little exploration of the gorgeous grounds.
| First night a spumante |
| Where there's wine, there are always nibbles |
7:45 or thereabouts, it is cocktail time, and Charlie is ready with his special concoction. Again, we are on the terrace, the weather could not be more perfect for an evening of conversation, food, and drink. Charlie tells us more about our week, as we sip on the local wines and enjoy lovingly prepared food from Christian’s kitchen downstairs, where our cooking classes will be held. There are 12 of us, so that will necessitate splitting the group into two: Team Barbera and Team Nebbiolo.
| Suppli |
| Vegetable lasagna |
| Rabbit with potatoes |
Sunday dawns with bright sunlight and clear skies; if you have not been to the Monferrato area, you see vineyards for miles, with snowcapped Alps in the background. A leisurely continental breakfast is served on the terrace with the sounds of the local church bells. Our plan today is Sunday lunch at an old friend of Charlie’s dad. First stop is the village of Moncalvo, with views and a lovely town square where we visit the hardware store and some local shops. The village begins to fill up as we are leaving. Sundays are for lunch, and that is where we head next.
| This is the Italian version of a VFW hall |
A seven-course starter menu leaves us all stuffed, and then the primi hits, then the secondi and then the dolce. 4 hours later we are rolled back in the vans to take us back to the Castello. While we were gone the locals had a festival, saluting their Saint who saved the village.
On Monday, our group of 8 started with a cooking class with Chef Bepe Sardi, a 70-plus-year-old bundle of energy and the self-proclaimed king of risotto. We made an onion frittata, asparagus-filled ravioli, Baccala with an anchovy sauce (don’t knock it till you’ve tried it), and a hazelnut chocolate torte with zabaglione. While some of us did the cooking class, the others went to the local market, a goat farm and wine tasting.
| Bepe is known as the King of risotto |
By the time they got back, we were serving their lunch, with appropriate wines, of course. After lunch, it was our turn to head to the goat farm and winery for a taste of the local products. That night after aperitivo, Bepe gave us a lesson in risotto making using beets.
| Asparagus flan ready for the oven |