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About Evan Hansen: When not worshiping at the altar of Chambertin, making 6 dozen pierogi with the family recipe, ceaselessly re-mixing a cocktail recipe to perfection, scouring the entire web for the wines of Jean Macle, comparing the merits of sweet vermouths, and taking one extra free taste of cheese at Zingerman's, Evan is a marketing director and creative mercenary.

Old Forester Rules the World

The Sugar House has now had two blind bourbon tastings, and in both, my favorite whiskey was made by Old Forester. In the first, their 100 proof signature bourbon was hands down my favorite among a crop of modestly priced whiskeys that ranged from so-so to great. In this week’s tasting, the stakes were raised: All the bourbons were between $35-50, and absolutely none of them were disappointing.

Again, my favorite was an Old Forester product, their Birthday Bourbon.

The line up this time was, in order, Four Roses Single Barrel, Angel’s Envy, Jefferson’s, Woodford Reserve, the B-day Bourbon, and Elijah Craig 18 Year.

Elijah Craig seemed to win the tasters’ hearts overall, with a sort of supple, billowy mouthfeel and fat, rich, mildly oaky flavor. It was definitely in my top three, but I found the Old Forester superior in that its smoothness felt a bit less forced, its oak less obvious. On my very first sip, I thought it had a nice woody, almost mineral note, but the more I drank it, the more fruity and full it became.

The Four Roses felt a bit manipulated and obvious, but I have to say, I liked it. Despite any vanilla, which I presume to come from the barrel, there was a clear malty fruit quality that I rather enjoyed. The Jefferson’s I liked more as I diluted it over the tasting. Initially kind of lean and intense compared to the others, it softened with water. Woodford was spicier than I would have thought undiluted, but when I added water, an odd sort of bitter off-flavor emerged. Angel’s Envy was, regardless of dilution, my least favorite. Keeping in mind that I would very much drink the shit out of any of these six bourbons and that I am now, to some extent, just nit-picking, I found the Angel’s Envy to be far too soft, far too fruity, and far too artificial tasting. Layers of artificial, bubble gum-ish flavors, very soft. Not my cup of tea. Or bourbon.

All of these were great bourbons, and I’m pleased to have been there. But for the second tasting in a row, Old Forester is bringing the pain to its competitors at an assortment of prices.

Barkeep, I’ll have another Birthday Bourbon.

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Amer Picon

Amer Picon, Suze, and homemade Picon

Cocktail nerds hobbyists, like any nerds hobbyists, tend to get a little obsessive: learning the newest trend, finding the latest ingredient, practicing every technique, and of course, hunting down rare things. Whether it’s an original Star Wars figurine from Kenner or a bottle of rum that’s nearly impossible to get, there’s definitely an appeal to finding and, in the case of cocktails, drinking from the holiest of holy grails.

The French liqueur known as Amer Picon is one of those sorts of things for cocktail lovers. Invented in the 1830s, the original Picon was a stiff drink at nearly 80 proof. According to Wikipedia, at least, that changed in the 1870s, and the version that came to be popular in American cocktails around the turn of the century through Prohibition was closer to 25 or 26% abv. Indeed, you can find bottles up for auction or for sale from the WWII era at 26%. In that form, it came to be used in several classics, most notably Picon Punch, the Brooklyn, and the Liberal. Its unique bitter orange flavor was more or less lost to history when the company that produces it changed the recipe again in the late 20th century, eventually bringing it down to 18% abv.

And oh yeah, one other tiny detail: It’s hasn’t been imported to the United States in a long, long time.

Two weeks ago, fate smiled on me when Jeremy, a long-time reader of what is now the Sugar House’s blog, generously elected to share, among other things, two bottles of Picon. He managed to acquire from overseas Picon Club and Picon Biere, the two contemporary Picon products, both of which are commercially available in France and England.

Chuck from the Sugar House pours some Picon

So I found myself in the middle of a pretty awesome tasting of bitter liqueurs from around the world, and I took some notes:

Suze
Unrelated to the other liqueurs, this was an addition to the tasting notable both for its relative rarity and its unique, gentian-heavy flavor. As I later learned, Suze was originally 32% abv with a very little sugar. The bottling we tried was 15% with 200g of sugar per bottle, so much like the Picon, its recipe has changed quite a bit over time, and it even varies between Switzerland and other European markets. This version has a very distinct flavor: While gentian bitterness is a potent force in the overall taste, there’s an unusual combination of dirty earthiness and a sharp menthol flavor. Most unusual. It’s quite striking all around, starting with its intense yellow color.

Picon Biere
As promised, this is a distinctly orange, distinctly bitter liqueur. I expected it to be a bit sweeter than it was; indeed, it’s a surprisingly bright in terms of flavor. Despite the low alcohol, it still asserts itself appropriately, which is important considering its primary purpose – being added to wheat beer or cheap Euro lager to add flavor and finish. Easy, easy drinking.

Picon Club
Rather than being an addition to beer, the newer product Picon Club is designed for use with cocktails or wines. It’s darker and stronger not in alcohol but in color and flavor. Primarily, there’s a burnt caramel flavor with heavy orange peel, and there’s a sort of fruity coffee undertone. Downright delicious.

Torani Amer and other liqueursTorani Amer (and a homemade Amer Picon replacement)
One of the alleged replacements for Picon has been Torani Amer, an American product bottled at a much higher proof. While the added alcohol has some advantages, this was weakly flavored, thin, boozy, and boringly bitter (one note) compared to the actual Picons. There was practically no orange flavor at all. By comparison, Jeremy’s homemade Amer Picon, which follows a recipe outlined by bartender Jamie Boudreau, was distinctly far more balanced with more fruit flavor. That said, while the homemade replacement had the heft and power that’s allegedly closer to older Picon recipes, the modern day Picons were, I think, the most clearly influenced by orange.

Cio Ciaro
This Italian amaro is often cited among the best possible replacements for Picon commercially available in the United States. Tasted alone, I’ve always found it remarkable how much orange flavor shows through the sugar and bitterness. Tasted next to the Picons, it’s still delicious but is barely tinged with orange. Definitely a great product, and it absolutely works in drinks like a Brooklyn, but it’s not even close to a direct replacement.

My sincere thanks to Jeremy as well as Dave and Chuck from the Sugar House for letting me participate so I could enjoy these liqueurs and share my notes.

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On Gourmet

When Detroiters walk into Astro Coffee, it’s not uncommon to see a first-time patron walk up to the counter, look up at the menu, and say something like “I don’t want the gourmet coffee; what’s the regular one?” Or conversely, it’s easy to stroll the aisles of a supermarket and see trail mix, pasta, or hot dogs branded as gourmet products.

Context is everything. A word so over-utilized can only derive meaning from a group of people with a shared understanding of its meaning. It’s probably, then, the case that people who appreciate cuisine and its place in the world also can appreciate some elements of its history and even its lexicon.

Much like food and drink, language focuses a powerful lens on the unique aspects of a given culture. So it should be of little surprise that gourmet, one of our most enduring terms for describing those of discerning taste, is derived from French. It seems suitable that a country capable of producing burgundy and inventing Bearnaise should have coined a term for appreciation of delicacies that’s lasted almost 200 years and across languages.

Perhaps the most well-known gourmet since the term came into popular usage was Jean Brillat-Savarin. His 1825 book The Physiology of Taste is widely regarded as the archetype for the contemporary food essay. Written in French and later widely translated, it was released only five years after the earliest use of the term in English as cited by the Oxford English Dictionary (OED).

Brillat-Savarin

Among his numerous opinions, Brillat-Savarin comes to the conclusion that “Those persons who suffer from indigestion, or who become drunk, are utterly ignorant of the true principles of eating and drinking.”

He’s drawing the distinction between gourmand and gourmet, between those who over-eat and those who enjoy quality. Interestingly, the former is a much older term: The OED cites   an early written usage of gourmand in Vitae Patrum by English merchant William Caxton in 1495. While the two are often used interchangeably today, the two are, in fact, historically unrelated.

Derived from Old French words groumet and grommes meaning “manservant,” the term gourmet grew in Middle French to describe specifically the role of a wine valet, an attendant who understood the full range of wines’ properties. Such a servant was skilled, able to quite possibly discern a wine’s characteristics and origins from smell or taste.

While the OED hints that there may have been some earlier cross-pollination between Germanic languages and Old French, other sources are more confident in the connection. Some speculate that the root of the word groom, the Old English grōma (meaning a male child), was incorporated into the French language, initiating the evolution toward gourmet.

Of course, all that said, people were celebrating great food long before French aristocrats were training young men to sniff their wines for them.

Epicurus, the Greek philosopher, is the inspiration for English words epicure and, now, modestly clever combinations of words like “epicurious.” Today, Merriam-Webster defines an epicure as “one with sensitive or discriminating tastes,” a definition strikingly similar to that of a gourmet, though it also lists an archaic definition for one devoted to sensual pleasure.

It seems that this misconception of Epicurus as an unabashed hedonist emerged from something of a smear campaign against his name. While he is now widely acknowledged for having lived a modest life, his philosophy of simple, virtuous living leading to absence of pain or suffering was rooted in an atheistic worldview that eschewed an afterlife. Such thinking was clearly considered dangerous by many Christians throughout their own early history. Indeed, a derivation of his name came to be synonymous with heresy in early Christian cultures, and its earliest usages in English relate as much to religion as they do to food: Thomas Cooper, bishop of Winchester, lamented in his 1859 An admonition to the people of England that “The schoole of Epicure, and the Atheists, is mightily increased in these dayes.”

Still, throughout the 1600s and 1700s, his name was synonymous in some English-speaking circles with dainty, thoughtful consumption of delicious food, meaning that despite its confused origins, it pre-dates gourmet in its conveyance of this concept.

In the 20th century, though, there can be no doubt that “gourmet” came to symbolize all the finest things in the culinary realm. Even the magazine, Gourmet, that carried the term on its cover for seven decades is something of a metaphor for the word itself. When it debuted in 1941, Gourmet was the pinnacle of food magazines. While its primary competition was printed in black and white on newsprint with more modest recipes on its pages, Gourmet aimed to bring haute cuisine to its readers and itself embodied the spirit of the finer things, printed in color on glossier paper. Critics like James Beard reviewed restaurants in fashionable locales, and French cuisine was prominently featured.

But by the time the 90s came about, can anyone say that Gourmet carried itself  differently than any other magazine? Scanning the shelves at a book store, it blended in among the dozens of new periodicals. Instead, it was larger, denser, more serious publications that came to earn respect, like Gastronomica or The Art of Eating. While Ruth Reichl, editor for the last years at Gourmet, managed to feature spectacular writing (look no further than getting David Foster Wallace to write about lobsters), the image of the magazine became confused: It sat next to bubble gum on store shelves, and in an effort to capture younger readers content was no longer solely aimed at the white linen crowd. Conversely, in its earliest history, there was a clear audience: It was reserved for those who cared and, frankly, probably those who had the means to care.

It’s a decent parallel. Just as the Gourmet brand saw itself diluted in a sprawling, re-emergent American food culture, the term gourmet has ostensibly lost its value with every package of preservative-laden, gourmet-labeled product that came to grace grocery store shelves. If everything is gourmet, then nothing is.

That said, with 200 years of history behind it, there’s still a case to be made for gourmet as a valued part of our cultural dictionary. After all, in context, it still has meaning. And among people who do truly care about what they’re eating, it can retain that meaning, the one and the same about which Brillat-Savarin wrote 200 years ago. At the very least, I’m sure everyone can agree it’s more appealing and more appropriate than foodie.

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Old Forester 100

Quite a while back, Todd slammed a marketing campaign for Old Forester bourbon. Rightly, I think, he suggested that a serious drinker would consider the particular marketing effort — which involved promoting some pretty awful drink ideas — so absurd as to not want to drink the bourbon. We later blind taste tested it against some others, and it fared well, though not as well as Buffalo Trace.

That said, in our tasting, we only covered a somewhat random handful of whiskeys, so I was kind of excited when Dave at the Sugar House decided to host a bourbon tasting tonight.

Here’s what I wasn’t expecting: Old Forester 100 would be my favorite.

The line up of 6 total whiskeys was (in order) Four Roses, Buffalo Trace, Elijah Craig 12, Old Forester 100, Old Granddad Bonded, and Henry McKenna.

I tasted each straight and then tasted each with a bit of water as well (we were given one ounce pours), and I most admired the OF 100 for its round, balanced flavor and lack of any noticeable off flavors either straight or cut. (I shouldn’t have been surprised: I probably drank 8 ounces of the stuff last Saturday night.) None of the whiskeys were noticeably “bad,” though I was surprised that Buffalo Trace was my second least favorite (next to Elijah Craig). I was equally surprised that the Henry McKenna didn’t clearly assert itself as a top two or top three choice and that Elijah Craig 12 year was so grassy and flat. It just wasn’t as complete of a drink. Among the 80ish proof bourbons, Four Roses was the clear winner. Compared to the McKenna, a higher proof spirit, I think I preferred the Old Granddad.

For straight drinking, the OF 100 seems pretty unmatched in the price range. For mixing… Well, more experimentation will be required.

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A Pleasure So Exquisite

Manly Men Drinking Old Ass Bordeaux

Blogging about eating or drinking some really exquisite, rare treat always feels funny to me. Mostly, I like to do it for the sake of aiding my memory, generally enfeebled by bourbon-pickled brain cells. And I like reading other people’s tasting notes too. But conversely, it feels a bit like bragging, which kind of sucks.

Despite that, I just had to write last night’s tasting notes down, both for posterity’s sake and for sharing. It’s a rare opportunity (for me, anyhow) to sit down with three good friends and drink five bottles of aged Bordeaux in great condition. Such an occasion requires some documenting, even if as the writer I’m the only one who ever bothers to read it.

We gathered in a cleaned out (sort of), empty cinder block building in Detroit, four of us with five wines, a small folding table, and a few chairs.

1979 Haut-Bages Liberal (Paulliac)
There are sensations, some hard to describe, unique to older wines. Initially quite musty, damp, and funky, the aromatics on this wine gave way to a lot more lively fruit. From the onset, it tasted fresh and alive with some grippy tannin in the finish; but as the evening wore on and we re-visited the wine two more times, light, fleshy fruit flavors dominated with a really bright, youthful acidity. Delightful stuff.

Prieure Lichine (1978)1978 Prieure-Lichine (Margaux)
Aromatically challenged to start, this might have evolved the most over the course of the evening. Early on, there was just a bit of soft fruit on the nose. Eventually, it became noticeably more menacing (in an exciting way) with darker, woodier notes. Tasted perfectly fine from the get go, albeit with a bit of a vegetal finish, but it got considerably more nuanced, meaty, and leathery as the evening wore on with a much more focused, almost minty quality at the end of each sip.

1981 Palmer (Margaux)
Steve commented during our first glass of this that he thought 1981 was a bit underrated, and based on our limited evidence, I think we all agreed. There was a big, distinctive cabernet sauvignon nose with just a bit of a gnarly, rustic edge to it. Immediately captivating. Definitely the weightiest, fullest, richest of our three oldest wines. Quite tannic but still fruity, acidic, and ripe. Killer wine worthy of the venerable name (and totally bad ass label).

1998 Gruaud Larose (St. Julien)
Disclaimer: I love this producer. It’s rustic, edgy, and funky, and I think it’s magnificent. I’ve had the good fortune of tasting some great vintages of this wine, and it’s never disappointed me. This was no exception. Dense and still young, though not so wound up as to seem premature to have opened it. As the evening wore on, the aroma showed more juicy, grapey, dark fruit qualities and finished with a sharp, savory characteristic.

1996 Leoville-Poyferré (St. Julien)
In a word, this was INTENSE. Still too young. All coiled up and restrained, just about ready to explode. This is on its way up to a glorious place. Toasty, woody aromatics. Soft tannins. Dark fruit and lively finish but still reserved. This just envelopes one’s entire palate and finishes with a subtle stony edge. It’s a big wine, but it was still quite elegant. Great drinking now, even better later.

I’d discussed with Steve in the past how it seems like there are just certain nights when everything clicks. This was one of those nights: Five older wines, each one alive and entirely spot on. We should have hit the casinos afterwards. (But instead we had beer, a decision with which I have no argument.)

Cellared wines are an entirely different beast from what’s typically available in the store, and despite the pretentiousness one could quite easily read into the cost and/or effort involved in drinking aged wines, anyone who were to spend time with bottles like these would comprehend and possibly participate in the obsession. A perfect night.

Leoville-Poyferre, Gruaud Larose, Palmer, Prieure Lichine, Haut-Bages-Liberal

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A Pop Up, Prosit!

German food might be a bit undervalued in the States. People eat bratwurst and drink lager to be sure, but restaurants that serve a lot of schnitzel, spätzle, and sauerkraut aren’t terribly common. We’ve got a few here in the area, and they’re perfectly fine, but I was nonetheless pretty excited to hear that the meat making mavens at Porktown Sausage and wine (and pretzel) guru were teaming up for a German-themed pop-up called Schnäck at Eastern Market’s Supino Pizzeria.

From my perspective, the first (hopefully of many) iteration, held last night, Sunday, March 18, seemed to go pretty well.

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Putnam was pouring a solid kolsch-style beer on draft as well as serving the always delicious Kapuziner Weisse and three different German wines. (For what it’s worth, I think Kapuziner is easily one of the best wheat beers in the world; it has that marvelous banana/clove aroma without the same estery flavor and sweetness. It finishes dry despite the aroma, and it’s one of the few wheat beers that I find “sessionable” as a result.)

All of the food was good – I’m pretty sure we tried everything on the menu except the charcuterie plate – though as I recall the sausage and pretzel were the universal favorites among our crowd. Porktown really has their knackwurst formula down to a science, it seems – perfect flavor, perfect texture – and Putnam’s pretzel is a can’t miss item, especially with a dollop of their mildly spicy homemade mustard. The meal ended with a pleasant surprise: Molly O’Meara from Beau Bien made an apple strudel. Not too sweet and surprisingly light, which struck me just right on a day that closed in on 75 or 80 degrees.

Check out the Schnäcksters on Facebook.

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Lazy Journalism

It seems pretty unlikely to me that anyone would mistake my drunk blog ramblings as “journalism,” but just in case, let’s be clear: I’m not a journalist, and I don’t know all the pressures that a journalist faces. And I don’t really know all the work that goes into making good journalism.

I do, however, know punk ass crap journalism when I see it.

Last week, annarbor.com – the electronic replacement for the old Ann Arbor News – ran a piece about how Tim Horton’s was going to replace Lab Cafe on Liberty Street. Internet chaos ensued, with hoards of Ann Arborites bemoaning the loss of some decent coffee and locally made pastry, ostensibly to be replaced by stale Timbits and shitty coffee in mammoth cups.

Except here’s the hilarious thing: IT’S NOT ACTUALLY HAPPENING.

It could someday, I suppose, but it’s not now. The intrepid drunk blogger that I am, I wandered down there on my coffee break last week to talk to the fine folks at Lab. Since it’s a regular source of coffee (not to mention DELICIOUS MACARONS), I needed to get the skinny. What they said (paraphrasing here) is basically that they were renegotiating their lease and that they were deciding whether to stay in that location or move down the street. Annarbor.com apparently called for a comment, and Lab balked, basically noting that they were in the middle of a business deal and it wasn’t the right time or place to be talking about this publicly.

Naturally, annarbor.com ran with the story anyhow. After the resulting chit chat online and all the confusion, Lab’s landlords cut off their very preliminary discussions with Tim Horton’s, who would have been a potential replacement if (and only if) Lab Cafe chose to move.

Is there a replacement story in annarbor.com? A retraction? A sticky comment on the original story? Not that I can see anywhere. The result of the story was that an indie coffee shop has panic among its customers and possible pressure placed on it to move with its lease prematurely, and the story itself was entirely bullshit.

It’s one thing to be wrong. It’s quite another to be so wrong and so irresponsible that you cause a business to have to explain itself to its customers because of someone else’s mistake. It’s a shame to see that kind of thing.

But on the plus side, according to the folks I’ve spoken with at Lab, the cafe isn’t going anywhere – at least, they’re not unless they want to. So we’ll see what happens, but it’s a safe bet that it won’t be what thousands of people read on annarbor.com.

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Commitment to the Vine

Two Cavas were poured, side by side – one a venerable, well-known producer, the other a relatively unknown label, new to the U.S. market. We stuck our noses into our glasses, tasted each, and ultimately agreed that the latter was fruitier and more pleasurable. That sort of intense expression of natural fruit is a hallmark of Ferndale’s Vinovi & Co., a new boutique importer specializing in Franco-Iberian wines.

Cava Vall Dolina

My hosts that afternoon were Núria Garrote i Esteve, owner and driving force behind Vinovi, and her husband, Elie Boudt, proprietor of Royal Oak’s Elie Wine Company. We were drinking Cava Vall Dolina, one of the company’s initial offerings.

Núria is a mechanical engineer by day, tending to her nascent business over lunch, at night, and during weekends. Born in Catalunya, the culturally and historically distinctive region of Spain around Barcelona, she is in many respects the perfect candidate to build an importer of Spanish wines: She’s familiar with the culture, the language, and the wines. And it so happens, the 37-year-old business owner is born of the same generation as most of the winemakers she represents.

“You cannot relate winemaking to the old guy that is on the farm anymore,” Núria says. She recounts one of the first building blocks for her business, a series of meetings in Barcelona four years ago. While the formal program showcased larger brands, informal side gatherings were commonplace, and it was there she began to identify potential partners: “I said to Elie, ‘Do you realize that like 80% of these winemakers are from my generation?”

That many of the winemakers in her portfolio are young is perhaps surprising. Arguably more intriguing, though, is that this group is re-embracing the tradition of winemaking from its very roots – farming.

“The producers, what they do, is that they are hands-on in the vineyard,” Núria explains. “That’s why you get the intensely fruity, aromatic wines.  They pay attention to the vines, they harvest at the right time, and then they don’t overdo it with the wood [barrels].”

I found it compelling to hear her speak so passionately about what younger generations are doing in Spain since it ostensibly parallels what’s happening with urban farms, upstart food companies, craft cocktails, and other aspects of the American food movement: Young people are going back to traditions long past and creating authentic, new products.

As Núria was striking out across her homeland looking for these types of producers, she had three elements in mind: uncommon vines and varieties, emerging areas that have been historically overlooked by other importers, and people who were attempting to redefine classic styles.

Starting with a clear philosophy has obvious selling points, but it also means that from a practical business angle, Núria was starting from something of a disadvantage. “It seems to be obvious, but it’s not that easy to find producers who are committed to their land,” she laments.

That commitment tends to be found in fairly tiny operations. Small production, though, isn’t always an indicator of quality. It can’t be a stepping stone to a drastically larger operation.  Rather, it has to be a consequence of focus and drive to make a heartfelt wine. That Núria’s producers focus on farming – the dirty, difficult work that is the source of every bottle we drink – is a telling sign.

But how did she secure the business of these farmers and winemakers? First, she had to find them. “[These wines,] you cannot even buy them in Barcelona,” she says, noting that all these producers are very tiny. Their products are often bought up by a handful of fashionable restaurants or may even stay within their immediate regions.

As her husband Elie pours two glasses of red for each of us, he chimes in on some of the challenges in building a relationship with these types of winemakers.

“I used to listen when customers would say to me and say ‘Oh yeah, the best stuff from Italy stays in Italy, or the best stuff from France stays in France.’” As a shop owner, he initially thought it a bit naïve. But now, he concedes, “there’s a grain of truth to it. When we talk to these people who make small amounts, they want to keep it around.”

Noting that many of the producers they’ve met in Spain want to earn the respect of their peers and their regional customers, he elaborates, “If he sends everything he makes to Detroit, we have the market to sell it, but they’re looking for that local echo.”

However, they’re also looking to make a living and to acquire the prestige that comes from being in the U.S. market.

It’s a bit of a paradox, but that’s where Vinovi & Co. has been able to connect with these Spanish winemakers. As a native who speaks Catalan and Spanish, as well as French and English, Núria was able to establish a rapport with producers hesitant to export or who were interested in the U.S. market only with the support of a trusted importer.

Elie returns from checking on their daughter and notes that several of Vinovi’s potential producers were also concerned about the United States’ penchant for heavily manipulated wines aimed at getting big scores with popular wine critics.  He motions to our glasses, pointing at Alcor – a rich, food-friendly wine made from a blend of both native and non-native grapes in Catalunya – and said, “he wasn’t even interested in coming to the U.S.”

Alcor - 2007

Núria mentions that the other wine we’re drinking, Sot Lefriec, was imported by a different company and scored well with the U.S. press. But the winemakers were unhappy. Speaking more generally, Núria continues, “They’re not going to bring their wines here to have them sit in Virginia in a warehouse… but if they feel like they have the right importer, well, we didn’t have any problems.”

Traveling to Spain 4 or 5 times each year, she’s in touch with her winemakers often. And she maintains trust by keeping a close eye on their products: “I keep everything temperature controlled when I bring it on the boat to all the way when it gets here.”

Beyond that, Elie underscores the importance of her multi-lingual background – the insight it provides. “People ask me why I specialize in French and Spanish wine, and I say ‘because that’s all I can wrap my mind around.’ I have to know the culture, the language, and everything that really contributes to what the wine is.”  He continues, “I’m not saying I’m an expert, but I’m always learning all these things. I mean, here I am and I don’t speak Spanish, but I’m hoping to do so.”

Quickly, Núria interrupts, “Ha! We’ll toast to that!”

Jokes aside, that simple conversational ability is an important foundation. Núria’s work on the other side of the Atlantic was “a lot of visits, a lot of reading, but a lot of conversation, you know?”  But she never forgot her principal commitment to farming, “Every time visiting the vineyard, not necessarily the winery.  We don’t pay much attention to the winery – but the vineyard.  And to the people.”

Those people are a diverse, interesting lot. And they produce a diverse, interesting group of wines.

That fruity, dry, biscuity, bright, delightful Cava we were drinking, Vall Dolina’s Naturally-Brut Reserva, was made by two men in their early 30s using organic farming methods with vines about 25 years of age – one of only a few “grower Cavas” available. She imports a beautiful, edgy, dry Riesling, Ekam, from Raül Bobet, an outspoken winemaker with a PhD in chemistry who spends his weekends tending to what Núria believes may be the most elevated vineyards in Spain.  Then there’s the expatriated Englishwoman Charlotte Allen, whose brand “Pirita” is named for the Spanish word for pyrite, so abundant in the relatively barren soil of her western frontier vineyards that the ground shimmers.

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Some of these wines are treated to oak; others are fermented in 12th-century stone vessels. Some are raised in heirloom plots; others are grown in inhospitable areas that have gone virtually ignored by other winemakers. But all of these wines are vinified by growers who care about their crops, harvesting by hand from vines with low yields.

Núria searched for years to find these producers and their wines, but surprisingly – to me, at least – there weren’t many bureaucratic hurdles stateside.

“Nothing was difficult…  It’s lengthy in terms of time and if you go in blind and you underestimate their procedure, you’re gonna fail. But there are manuals online for everything. It’s a matter of knowing what it takes and just following.” she reveals. That’s not to say everything always goes smoothly: Núria has been waiting for about six months for Michigan to approve the label for a product that she’s hoping to debut in metro Detroit this spring.

They open a wine that they hope will be available in a couple of years – Pirita Blanco. Ripe but explosive, it’s a beautiful, balanced wine, and like her red, it’s made from indigenous, unheralded grape varieties and fermented using native yeast.

This bottle prompted Núria to relay a quick story about the winemaker and the nature of her tiny, remote operation. “She came driving a car with a French plate because she had lived in France,” Núria continued, “and she was speaking English because she’s British.  People in town there are very isolated, mostly old people. So they call her la francesa, which is ‘the French woman,’ because they recognize the plate but they don’t recognize the English language.”

Pirita by Charlotte Allen

I’ve purchased some of Núria’s wines from Elie’s shop in Royal Oak, including a few bottles of Pirita, but I asked how business has been going otherwise. Thus far, she’s brought in more than 25 pallets totaling about 15,000 bottles of wine, and of the 17 labels currently in her portfolio, many of them have been placed in local restaurants.

In particular, she cites Joseph Allerton of Roast (Detroit), Christian Stachel at Café Muse (Royal Oak), and Antoine Przekop of Tallulah Wine Bar and Bella Piatti (Birmingham) as sommeliers who have embraced her approach.

Retail customers looking to try her wines will find a wide array of prices – from around $10 to upwards of $100. “The price structure was not intentional at all,” she explains. But in cases where she was genuinely interested in a winemaker that made multiple wines, she was careful to select at least one that fit lower prices.

Of course, as Vinovi & Co. grows, its pricing structure is bound to change. And while Núria intends to retain her principled approach, plans to move beyond Spain are already in process: She’s working with winemakers in France and Portugal to bring in their products, hopefully as soon as this year.

Regardless of what the future holds, don’t expect Núria’s approach to change. She’s after quality that comes from commitment, and there’s no way to fake that: “You look for small production, hands-on in the vineyard, and a strong personality putting a vision into what they do.”

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Vineyard and winemaker photos courtesy of Núria Garrote i Esteve.

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You Will Like Cauliflower Now

Delicious Roasted Cauliflower with Capers
Cauliflower is one of those foods that a lot of people in their 30s seem to have loathed as a kid, right alongside brussels sprouts, beets, cabbage, and the others in the Pantheon of Vegetables Rejected by Parents in the Eighties. My mom thoughtfully coated her oft-steamed cauliflower in generous doses of butter (then margarine, then “Smart Balance,” then… well, you get the idea), so I never hated it – but I never really liked it.

Until a few years ago.

My friend Noelle has written about a similar transition she made as a result of some cauliflower I made at a dinner party about a year back, and I have to say, that recipe is still one of my own favorite ways of preparing it. I decided to make it tonight, so despite our somewhat unintended decision to not frequently do recipe write ups here, I’m throwing down a recipe post.

Ingredients

  • Shocker, I know, but you need a head of cauliflower
  • A tablespoon or three of capers
  • 1-3 medium sized cloves of garlic to taste
  • 2+ tablespoons olive oil
  • 2-3 table spoons white balsamic vinegar… or not.
    Note: Any white vinegar can do here, but the higher the acid flavor, the more you might need to cut back on it or add more oil to diminish the intensity. I’d even so far as to add a pinch of sugar if it seems too bright.
  • Salt and pepper

Cookery & Shit

  • Fair warning: I don’t generally measure anything except when baking or making ice cream, so the quantities here are kind of made up.
  • Pre-heat the oven to 450 F
  • Cut or pull the cauliflower apart into florets. Not too small, or they just get soggy between the long cooking and the dressing later.
  • Toss it in olive oil inside a baking pan of some kind until gently but entirely coated.
  • Roast the veggies for about 15 minutes or so, pull them out, toss them around a bit, and get them right back in there for another 10-15 minutes.
  • While that’s cooking, mince the living shit out of that garlic. I mean, cut that up like the garlic ran over your dog or your sister or something. It’s not getting cooked, so fineness is key. And use less if you don’t love garlic. (Duh.)
  • Mix the garlic in a bowl with the remaining olive oil and the vinegar. It should be a bit acidic but, especially if using the balsamic, very round in flavor. This part is really just a balancing act, and you need to balance it to your taste.
  • Mix in the capers. I use a fairly immodest palm full of the little guys because the briny flavor is what actually makes this whole dish go. But whatever you want.
  • Season the dressing with salt and pepper.
  • When the cauliflower’s done, toss it with the dressing.
    Words of caution: (a) Don’t toss it too much because the capers will fall to the bottom of the bowl, and you want to EAT THE CAPERS because they are DELICIOUS and (b) don’t use all the liquid dressing if it looks like it’s too much. I mean, that’s obvious, but still. Soggy cauliflower is sad cauliflower.
  • Serve it up to your guests, who will probably take one little floret just to be polite, and then they’ll eat it, say nice things to you, and take more. (If that doesn’t happen, you have quite probably screwed the whole thing up.)

I wouldn’t be so brazen in extolling the virtues of this super simple cauliflower dish except that: (a) Noelle and about 4 other people really, really seemed to like it, so I know I’m not alone, and (b) I realized in trying the cauliflower at Girl & the Goat that the principle behind this is really quite sound: roasting earthy veggies and giving them bright accent flavors kicks ass. Mine is nowhere near as good as Stephanie Izard’s, of course (she puts pickled peppers and mint in it… mad genius) but it has the same general idea behind it. And it’s a good fucking idea.

Hope you actually enjoy it as much as I do! Now I’m going to finish my delish Beaujolais. How’s that for a Wednesday?

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The Brinery’s New Turnip Pickles

Hakurei Turnip Pickles from the Brinery

Ann Arborites have been able to sink their teeth into the naturally fermented products of The Brinery for some time. David Klingenberger, owner and crazy mad genius of the old school lacto-fermentation process, has been selling at the Ann Arbor farmer’s market and working with Washtenaw County restaurants. Thankfully, he’s now at Eastern Market and those of us a little closer get regular access to his goods.

His most recent offering is made from a turnip of Japanese origin. And it’s amazing.

Hakurei turnips (pronounced, as I understand it, hah-kur-eye) are, in Klingenberger’s words, “the honeycrisp of turnips” — sweet, crisp, tender, and juicy. He’s routinely made turnip pickles in the past, and they’re perfectly delicious with a nice earthy flavor and cut thickly for a nice combination of chewiness and crunch. It is evidently the ideal turnip for consuming raw and doesn’t even require peeling, a notion espoused by plenty of blogging salad lovers.

Given The Brinery’s natural fermentation process whereby the raw veggies are preserved by bacteria (rather than by cooking and vinegar), these would seem to be pretty well suited to pickling.

And indeed, they are: Their new Hakurei-based pickles are shaved exceptionally thin and remain quite crunchy. Klingenberger sources these from Ann Arbor-based Garden Works, a certified organic 4.5-acre truck garden and greenhouse farm, but the turnip is a hybrid developed in Japan in the 1950s.

The pickles are irresistible on their own, or throw them on a little baguette sandwich if you can keep your hand out of the jar. Fans of fermented goods can pick them up on Saturdays at Eastern Market or check out where David will be selling his products next at The Brinery’s website.

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