Day 2 – Postscript
Dinner and the Yellow Jersey
Monday evening’s dinner deserves an update of its own. We
went from the hotel by van to an “Agro Turizma,” – a working agricultural
venture which specializes in demonstrating local agricultural traditions and
providing traditional meals. (This is somewhat different from the Italian
Agroturismo facilities that I have seen where lodging is a common feature, as
well.) Our host spent a lot of time explaining the making of
various grappas – both fig based and grape based. The varieties he offered for
sampling included walnut, rose, honey, fig, cherry, and others.
The entire group |
Our three guides -- Christina, Silvija, and Ante |
The meal (another lengthy affair) started with plates of
cheeses (sheep’s milk based) and cured hams. This course was followed by a
delicious soup, consisting of barley and some beans similar to chickpeas. The
main course was the meat dish prepared in the “iron bell.” We all trooped into
the kitchen to see the huge cooking/serving pans removed from the coals in the
oven in which they had been slowly roasting. We had enormous quantities of
chicken, veal, potatoes, onions and carrots in a delicious blend of flavors.
The meat was cooked to the point where it just fell off the bones.
During a lull the proceedings, George announced the
continuation of a tradition developed on one of his earlier rides. He produced
a yellow “jersey” to be awarded each evening to the first rider to have
finished that day. (Our daily rides are not races – they offer lots of
opportunity for picture taking, coffee drinking, and simply enjoying the ride.
Nevertheless, someone has to finish first.)
He you see me in my yellow jersey. Look closely because it may not
happen again.
The Yellow Jersey |
Following the main course, we adjourned to a patio area
where we had a cherry filled pastry for dessert, as we awaited the vans for the
ride back to the hotel.
As I write this before breakfast on Tuesday, I see out the
window that we appear to be in store for another beautiful day.
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