PAPA'S
HOME MADE RED WINE: ITS BENEFITS AND TRADITIONS
As
we raised our glasses high, Nonno's words sang out over the dining table,
"Salute per cento anni," his deep, rich voice as hardy and
pure as the red wine he held in his glass. "Good luck, for a hundred
years," his dinner guests echoed back.
I
remember how my grandfather's face beamed with pride at these joyous
occasions and how our meal never began until each family member had
repeated the traditional dinner toast and sipped from our small glasses
of red wine.
Wine
was always a part of our family's holiday meal. And, like most Italian
American kids, I was introduced to its flavor, as well as its medicinal
benefits, at an early age. As each family milestone occurred--baptisms,
first holy communions, confirmations, birthdays, graduations and marriages--another
bottle of my grandpa's homemade red wine was uncorked. Bottles were
also poured on Sundays, holy days of obligation and all national holidays--there
was always cause for celebration in my grandfather's house.
Grandpa
believed that wine, in moderation, was a good thing. His opinion was
later confirmed by a scientific study published in the U.S. Journal
of Biological Chemistry on Aug. 21, 1998. In the report, a team of researchers
from Cornell University suggested that trans-reservatrol, a natural
substance found in high concentration in red wine, could reduce the
pain of arthritis by thwarting the activation of the gene cyclozygenase-2
(cox-2), which is suspected of creating the inflammation that causes
arthritic pain.
But this is only one of the benefits of red wine. It was a Sunday night
in November 1991 that most TV viewers and wine drinkers learned of the
benefits of red wine. The event was the airing of "The French Paradox"
segment on 60 Minutes, which examined the French lifestyle.
While
many French people eat incredible amounts of heart-stopping, artery-clogging,
saturated fats, and smoke cigarettes and don't exercise, they have a
very low heart attack rate. It is their moderate and daily consumption
of red wine that gives the most likely reason for this phenomenon, which
was coined the French Paradox.
When
this news came out, it unleashed a red wine mania and the sales of red
wine shot up by 40 percent. The Gallo wine company saw the sales of
"hearty burgundy" soar 39 percent. Americans had discovered
the benefits of a glass of red wine. But this revelation was not news
to me or to my grandparents, who lived by the rule: "A glass a
day keeps the doctor away."
Nonna
often put the benefits of red wine to good use as a medicinal cure.
It was administered in moderation as a remedy for arthritis and to purify
the blood, cure
anemia, alleviate stomach cramps and prevent infection.
During
World War II, when cases of trench mouth and whooping cough reached
epidemic levels in the United States, nonna administered the rich red
wine to each grandchild as a preventative mouthwash and gargle. Wine
was also used as a remedy for cold sores or skin infections. Grandma
poured a little wine into a saucer and let it stand covered over night.
In the morning, she dabbed the wine on the sore.
The
reservatrol in red wine has been found to help block DNA synthesis,
a process that must occur for the herpes virus to replicate itself.
However, it has been discovered that a much greater concentration of
reservatrol than that found in red wine is needed to cure the stubborn
virus.
As
a teenager, I recall the looks of astonishment on the faces of my non-Italian
friends as they watched papa fill my dinner glass with wine. To those
who objected, papa would simply say, "Wine is served in church
at the communion rail, is it not? And it was served at the Last Supper."
End of discussion.
Papa's
house was a peaceful one and a place where he felt happiest. He eliminated
the extraneous and engaged in living a simple and satisfying lifestyle.
His home was well-balanced, filled with the practical things he needed
and the people he loved. He had his own quiet corner, to which he retreated
after a robust meal. It was his belief that the soul sighs after eating
a large, traditional dinner and that one should spend time in contemplation
and reflection.
Papa
reflected at least an hour after every meal--the sound of his contented
snore vibrated through the house.
October
has always been my favorite time of the year, when the air is brisk
and leaves turn a vibrant rainbow of colors. Papa looked forward to
this autumn month, too, but for a different reason.
October
is the traditional time of year for winemaking. It's the transition
month between summer and fall, a time when papa gathered his paraphernalia
and ingredients for the making of his hearty red wine. Winemakers on
the East Coast had to wait for good winemaking grapes like Malaga and
Zinfandel to come in by rail car from California.
But
Santa Clara Valley winemakers, like papa, were lucky enough to have
the plentiful grapes of the Napa and Almaden valleys practically in
their backyards. They only had to drive in their pickups to local vineyards
to buy boxes of the finest grapes. Some old-timers nurtured their own
tiny grape vineyards for the express purpose of making their own red
wine.
Devoted
winemakers, like papa, usually owned their own grape-crushers, while
others rented or borrowed one each fall. After the crush was finished,
the juice was poured by funnel into the huge oak barrels, which had
been cured with sulfur smoke. Here's where the talent for good winemaking
would come in. One mistake and the winemaker's barrels would be filled
with vinegar instead of wine.
But,
like papa, most winemakers had inherited their skills from the Old Country
and rarely made a bad batch. My favorite memory of winemaking was how
the family gathered together at the ranch house to help papa make the
wine. The hub of activity was usually in Grandma's kitchen, where the
ladies were hard at work making pastas, sausages, raviolis and hot tomato
ketchup, in preparation for a grand October feast.
The
aroma of roasted bell peppers wafted through the air from Grandma's
hot oven, filling our nostrils with their wonderful pungent smell. In
the fall, the men in the family gathered in the cellar to cure the wine
barrels and to help father set up his winepress. Some of the men helped
Papa haul in the grapes; others set up the grape-crusher and some others
cured the oak barrels.
As
a child, I remember hearing Nonno and Nonna speak of the renowned vineyards
of Brolio Castle, the baronial estate of the Ricasoli family, an area
famed for its Chianti wine. It is said that wine has been made in this
region of Italy since 1000 C.E. It was this revered standard of Chianti
that papa tried his
best to clone.
"Drink
no longer water, but use a little wine for thy stomach's sake,"
advised Paul in the Bible. Wine has been around for thousands of years.
Its benefits have been passed down from generation to generation. But
only recently, thanks to modern medicine, we now have scientific proof
that wine can aid digestion and wipe out bacteria better than bismouth
salicylate (Pepto Bismol). But all of this wouldn't be any news to Grandma
Isolina and Grandpa Antonio, who lived well into their 90s, enjoying
a daily glass of papa's red wine.