The Making of Bisque

You know, finding a half-full crate of supermarket prawns in the fridge is quite traumatic. First of all, it's the raw shrimpy smell wafting out from the crumpled platic bag balanced on top of the three-day old cheesecake and the chimichurri sauce. I needed to somehow cook the damn thing before it died, and I didn't want to make a shrimp curry once again. So there's only one thing to do: make bisque. I started promptly butter-sauteing the shells, and then pouring water in with the appropriate amount of herbs and reducing it down to a tasty roux. The result of a hour's work was a thick, beautiful bisque that then I lapped up in three minutes flat, with all the shrimp.

Tribute (finally) to French Food

Has anyone noticed that there has not been any Komida posts on French Food? Surely not a coincidence among our circle, and surely we feel it's a low blow to take such a cheap shot at "ze freeench" but here I am living in Paris, and while many things like the postal service or the metro escalators could learn a thing or two from modern theories on efficiency (and I thought I was a strict anti-taylor type of guy until I came here), I feel nevertheless that I should finally pay a tribute to one of the wonderful aspects of this country: its food, despite our knee-jerk reaction against it, is quite wonderful after all. So here goes.

The classic breakfast here-- and seriously, who could begin a day in Paris without a croissant. This one just has to be perfect-- the dense rippling interior texture, the flaky crust glazed with butter, the rich buttery aroma... (from a cafe by the Madaleine)



















And this: the one under-exposed french food that I know of. The "tarte salee" which cousin, the quiche, is widely recognized. But tartes of this variety are not common even in the authentic french-type cafes one finds in downtown. This tarte (made of caramelized onions and bacon bits) was particularly savory, just salty enough but also with a sweetness from the onion strips.



















The ever-present creme-brulee. This was one in a very picky old cafe run by three gay guardian wraiths guarding the tarte stand. I managed to sneak a picture at great personal risk. The brulee is actually made with organge-flower and its attendant mild-sweetness and citrus fragrance. Delicious!



















One of the issues with French food is that we forget its deep dark continental origins... it evolved from what the Franks ate so it's basically barbarian food... but with more sauce. So this is an authentic robust pot-au-feu, made a la tradition, in one of my favorite restaurant spots in the Marais. The drollops of bone marrow, the thick slices of the stewed beef peppered and eaten with mustard.

Sushi culture on youtube

This video is awesome.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qCpbBVthD7o

Shota's advice for gaijin in Tokyo on expense accounts

Here are the Japanese places I recommend. Except for the last place listed, I’d get a Japanese person to make the reservations and print a map.

(1a)
Sushi-- “Sukiyabashi Jiro” They only have one course menu, so it’s easy. It’s the best sushi in Japan, period. If you like sushi.
Tel. 03-3535-3600

(1b)
Tempura-- “Kondo” It’s also a tiny counter place, but the best tempura, period. If you like tempura.
http://gourmet.yahoo.co.jp/0000607394/P055083/
Tel. 03-5568-0923

...My recommendations are the following, however, since you guys are in Japan you might as well start with the full-on Japanese course menu called Kaiseki consisting of 6-10 different small plates of seasonal dishes.

(2) “Komuro” -- in Kagurazaka.
http://www.brutusonline.com/brutus/regulars/gourman/shop.jsp?issue=186&backTo=list.jsp
tel. 03-3235-3332

Authentic Japanese kaiseki food. My personal preference is always the more sublime cuisine of Kyoto, but I think that Komuro is definitely one of the best in Tokyo— the chef has the magic touch. I think they have two dinner courses, both exquisite and in my opinion much better than the (even more) expensive stuff that’s too-well known. It’s in a back alley of one of my favorite neighborhoods-- the former geisha quarter in Tokyo where I used to live. Quite classy and quiest. But it’s hard core— this is where I’d take you if I were with you.

(3) “Kozue” in Park Hyatt hotel, Shinjuku.
http://www.parkhyatttokyo.com/hyatt/dining/kozue.html
This is really really good food— like the “Komuro” place above, but also accessible to Gaijin. I took my Insead friends here, and they all loved the food— even people who had never eaten real japanese food before. Not bastardized, but also they are used to foreigners so it would be easy to go here if you don’t have a Japanese guide. Also, the match between the Japanese kaiseki course cuisine and the endless cityscape of nighttime Tokyo is amazing. I definitely recommend this place.

Go wild.

Kyoto in Season.

Ikura season. The sticky rice is steamed with fresh beans and ikura. On the lower deck the same rice is steamed with anago, sea eel from Akashi-- sea eel is often cited as a typical food from Tokyo, the best ones from near Haneda (the airport) but this one was soft and delicate and thick-meated. This was delicious. But all the other things were a bargain, even at the straospheric price of 8900 yen. Other dishes included octopus slightly seared on a white-hot stone, dabbed with a sauce composed of tofu marinated in miso for 6 months. A soup of fugu and matsutake... watery slender somen noodles to be dipped in broth from ayu. And the best was the uni straight from the box, poured over a slightly grilled and rolled thinly rolled piece of wagyu Japanese beef. This just completely rolled into the mouth and melted immediately on the tongue to infuse the beef with a rich aroma and texture of the sea urchin. I wish Sergio could be here to enjoy the season in Kyoto which we both love so much.

Fish - from ocean to table

Finally.

I found a definitive detailed explanation of fish handling from ocean to table with the necessary Japanese perspective, and it is very good. I have looked for this in every fish cookbook and fishing book I have ever seen. Thank you Bret!

The original article was posted by Bret on www.360Tuna.com, the sportfishing community. I have kept his personal style, because I like it, but I have made some edits.

Bret acquired this information from a combination of being an obsessive/compulsive fisherman for over 40 years, chasing advanced degrees in marine oriented science to a dissertation short of a PhD, and about three years of informal apprenticeship under a master sushi chef.

Preparing the cooler
Prepare your cooler with the smallest cubes available or even better, blown snow style ice. If you have larger cubes then it is best to make a saltwater slush by adding enough seawater (do this offshore, not in the harbor – clean water) so that it is easy to slide your fish in and submerge them as they are caught.

About adding salt to the water: It has been suggested that you should add rock salt to the mix to super cool it, but when tried you can end up with frozen fish. The extra high salinity cools the water below the freezing point of the fish and that isn't what you want.

Catching the fish
The next consideration is using tackle that will bring the fish in as quickly as possible. Fish biochemistry differs from humans’ considerably, but they undergo anaerobic respiration in their muscles when in "fight or flight" mode just like we do. That means that the longer they are on the string, the more lactic acid buildup you get with a proportional loss in food quality. It's like the poorly shot deer that has strong tough venison, well similar anyway.

Putting the fish in the boat
OK, so we got the fish at the boat. It's decision time. Do you really want to sink that gaff into the loin where it will hold, or into the belly where you won't lose loin but it might rip out? The sushi chef doesn't like either alternative. On most fish the loin above the backbone is the meat and potatoes part of the fish but the belly is like caviar and escargot all rolled into one, especially in tuna (you see it as toro at the sushi bar, the most expensive cut of tuna). So, you take your time and stick him under the throat latch (a bad idea on sharks, they tend to want to swim right up into the boat when you do that, jaws snapping).

Put the fish in the cooler
Open the cooler and swing the fish into the box in one motion. No posing for photos yet. The fish won't like the ice one bit as you know, but the slush will give and not provide him anything to bang against, which reduces bruising tremendously. It has the same benefit on the ride home if you're pounding into a chop. The slush also makes contact with the fish over 100% of its body and thus chills him a whole lot faster than cubes with air spaces between.

Bleed the fish
As soon as you think the fish has chilled enough to be calm, but not dead, take him out and bleed him by cutting that throat latch right where it widens into the body. The fish's heart lies right behind that cut and the biggest artery in the fish runs between the heart and gills so this will empty him fast if his heart is still beating. You'll conserve ice if you can bleed him out of the ice chest (I have a bait well by the box that drains out of the boat and it works great for this), but if you bleed him into the box it isn't critical.

All fish benefit from this by the way, not just tuna, mackerel and sharks. It's more important on scombridae (mackerels, tunas, bonitas) and sharks for various reasons. It's needed on tuna and billfish because they maintain their body temperature higher than their surroundings so bleeding removes heat fast, on mackerel because they are very bloody and will taste strong if you don't bleed them and on sharks because they carry urea in their blood to help balance that osmosis problem and it breaks down into really nasty ammonia-like compounds right after death.

Killing the fish – Another way
Spiking and Pithing – from a post by Peter Howgate, http://www.megapesca.com/peterhowgate.html.

Spiking is the process of destroying the brain by passing a spike through the skull into the brain. Spiking renders the fish unconscious so that it does not struggle and a similar effect is caused by giving the fish a hard blow to the head, a method of stunning farmed salmon on harvesting. Though the fish is rendered irreversibly unconscious by spiking or by stunning, all muscle activity does not cease. The muscle at least twitches, if not occasionally flaps.

Pithing goes further than this and is the process of inserting a wire into the spinal column of the fish to destroy the spinal cord either through the skull after spiking or from a deep cut through the vertebral column behind the head. Pithing stops all muscle activity. The various methods of killing fish, or letting fish die, affects the time taken for the fish to enter rigor mortis, and to some extent the time in rigor.

I shall not try to summarize the biochemistry of the rigor process and the way the killing methods affect the biochemistry, but pithing does maintain glycogen levels in the muscle. It should be noted that when different methods of slaughtering fish are compared, all of the glycogen is ultimately converted to lactic and the post rigor pHs of the flesh are the same; what is different between the killing methods is the time course of the glycogen depletion and lactic acid formation. (FYI: glycogen is the substance that is formed when an organism takes in more calories than it burns. It's like a fat precursor and its abundance elevates the quality of the meat.)

[Another post from www.360Tuna.com suggests this method for pithing: Cut a triangle hole on the back side of the head and then use an old truck antenna (fixed, not telescopic) and run it down the spinal cord.]

Delaying the onset of rigor is important for some uses, for example, for sushi products, so there is an advantage in pithing fish. For other outlets, for example, production of fillets, there is no advantage, and some disadvantages, in delaying the onset of rigor.

Where the effects of killing methods on subsequent spoilage have been studied, there has been no effect of killing method on storage life.

Gutting
After you are satisfied that he is bled out gut him, but don't cut through the throat to the gills on bottom fish. That part is too valuable on snapper, grouper, amberjacks, etc (more on that later). It's not such a big deal on pelagics.

Put the fish back in the cooler
Once you have all this done slide the fish back into the slush so that the body is in a vertical swimming position with its head down like it is swimming for the bottom of the cooler. This allows any other loose body fluids to run out of the fish at your cuts instead of pooling in the meat and it helps to further reduce bruising on the way home.

Big fish
If you were really lucky and the fish was a beast that won't fit in the box, cut off the tail before the head. The tail meat is the least desirable on the fish. You'll notice that when you go on charters out-of-the-country and ask for some fish to take to a restaurant or whatever, the mate will almost always give you the meat from behind the dorsal fin to the tail unless you specify otherwise. Those guys know what they're doing and they're gonna keep the best for themselves or to sell at a higher price.

If you still have to remove the head (lucky you) then make doubly sure that you have either made a salt water slush or if you had crushed ice that the cooler is drain open for the rest of the trip. The meat above the backbone up by the head is the best block of meat on the fish (there are arguments on this between belly and loin men). It's not anatomically the same as the tenderloins on a deer but qualitatively they are analogous so you don't want it screwed up from freshwater ice melt.

Freshwater caution
Freshwater contact can mess up your fish faster than anything else if you're not careful. Fish skin acts as a natural barrier to the evils of osmosis so as long as it is there you're OK. Expose the meat to that freshwater unprotected and within seconds freshwater runs into the cells and explodes them like overfilled water balloons. There goes your tasty fish, and how much did it cost per pound? OH MY!

If you make a slush that has a similar salinity level to fish fluids, then the power to the osmosis engine is cut off and your fish is safe. If a little melt dribbles over the fish on the way to the bottom and out the drain its way better than having your fine cuisine soaking in it for hours.

At the dock
It has been a long hot day of fishing and you're finally back at the dock with a box of fish. Now you can drain all the saltwater out of the box so you won't get a hernia lifting it out. We'll assume a perfect world here and you are able to get your fish to the table easily and there isn't anybody else anywhere around.

As you approach the table a half dozen sleepy seagulls that have been roosting on the table take wing, each of them depositing a nice oyster sized glob of processed gull food right where you'll be cleaning you catch. There are gulls even in a perfect world. There are tap water hoses for you to rinse you catch and several lengths of 2X8 lumber to use as cutting boards.

Obviously, if you are thinking about eating your fish raw there are some things here that are unacceptable. The provided cutting boards have been in use for who knows how long and cleaned up with a minimum of care, if at all, for as long as they have been in use. The gulls have probably never left a deposit on them either, right? The point is, the cleaning table should only be used for the preliminary cleaning that you really don't want to do at home.

Dockside cleaning
Step one is to decide how the fish will end up. Most of the time we don't even consider options other than fillets, but in the world of haute cuisine this is the least desirable form. Fish cleaned with skin and bone intact hold better, freeze better, give you more options later and if you cook them, they yield a much moister tastier product than boneless skinless fillets.

Optimally all you do at the cleaning table is gut the fish (if you didn't do it at sea), scale, and rinse them. Even here you can make a difference though. Just take the fish out of the box and work on them one at a time and then put them back in the ice. You went to the trouble and expense of all that ice to keep your fish cold so don't waste it by piling the fish on the table to get hot while you work. You'll get some funny looks for scaling your fish, but it's a little like having numbers to a spot that nobody else has. Just smile and keep working. That's all you want to do here. Everything else occurs in a way more sanitary environment, like your kitchen.

Meat aging and storage
The good news is that your fish are now in a kind of suspended animation in terms of quality and as long as you keep them vertically on drained ice, they will actually improve for three days. So, you can get all the rest of the chores done and rest up some before you become a bona fide fish butcher.

I probably ought to explain that 'improve for three days' thing. The old saw, "Fish are best right out of the water", is a myth. Fish is protein just like lamb, beef, pork or venison and all those proteins benefit from aging as we all know. So why not fish? The molecular structure of fish protein is slightly different from mammals, but it still improves with proper handling.

The fish need to be kept on ice, not in the refrigerator, and held in that same vertical position to allow draining. Tip the ice chest so that it drains most efficiently and add ice to keep the fish covered as necessary. Like this, fish improve to the end of the third day after capture and then hold there for 24 hours before beginning to decline in quality.

If I haven't eaten the fish by the fifth day, they get frozen. This is an average for all fish. The process is slightly faster for dolphin and slower for snapper. Tuna are the benchmark for this system. Tuna sashimi right on the boat is good if you eat it still "dancing" with life, but if you wait until the fish is stiff before slicing, it will be the toughest sashimi you ever eat.

Regarding ice versus the refrigerator: Ice stays the same temperature, refrigerators do not. It might be a picky difference but remember that this is one of those Japanese precision things. Ice is just better.

And then there's the plastic bags touching the fish thing: That is supposed to cause a problem due to lack of oxygen exchange, but I don't have any data to support it. Sushi chefs usually wrap their fish in paper and then plastic over that if necessary.

Regarding the bacteria breakdown aging thing: I wondered about that too but I never looked it up until now. The bacteria is only involved in creating the crust on the outside of dry aged meat. The tenderizing comes from enzymatic action on the actin/myosin complex muscle fibers (proteins breaking down other proteins).

Cleaning for the table
The fish come out of the ice one at a time and get rinsed in tap water for the last time. Now they are thoroughly dried with paper towels. You'll be amazed at the difference in cutting up dry fish vs. wet. Done right, you will not even feel the slightest urge to wash the meat. It will be cleaner than any you've done before.

If you don't get the fish dry and you get a little goop on your fish, mix up some salt water (about a tablespoon per quart) with plain salt and bottled (not tap) water and you can wash them without the burst cells problem.

Cutting for the table
Anyway, the first item is to remove the head, but sushi chefs take off a lot less than we normally do. The cut runs from the top of the head down in front of the rear gill collar down to the throat latch that you already cut when you bled the fish on the boat. Now is the time to remove those cheek scallops from the head that are so popular and then discard the rest of the head.

Next it is time to remove the belly pieces and throat. After you have done this a few times this step is pretty simple with just a knife, but the first few times through you'll be happier if you have some heavy duty kitchen/game shears or tin snips for snapping the gill collar at the backbone. Start cutting the belly back by the vent and work forward along the bottom of the backbone, through the ribs until you run into the juncture of the backbone and gill collar. This is easy with a serrated knife. There really is a little seam there that allows you to complete the cut with your knife, but like I said it usually takes a few practice runs before you are comfortable with it. So, get out your shears and snap it off next to the backbone. Now repeat this on the opposite side.

You'll end up with a giant butterfly looking piece of meat and just how giant the butterfly is determines your next move. Just keeper snapper, small grouper, redfish and the like can keep this whole. All you do is make a cut on the inside of the throat on the midline so that the butterfly wings lay flat. This meat will have bones, most of them large and easy to get around but you'll have to warn the family members used to fillets.

The reward is outstanding fish and that is not overstating the claim. These areas of the fish do the least work but store the most fat. Just like a well marbled prime rib this is really good stuff grilled, fried or broiled (on bottomfish, mahi and wahoo.

For most amberjacks split the collar into 2 halves, they're too big to handle as one piece. This section is the Gulf equivalent to a Japanese classic done with their 8 to 12 pound yellowtail (same genus, different species from amberjacks) called the hamachi kama. Hamachi is yellowtail and the kama is the collar section with a little of the front part of the belly attached.

Just don't toss the kama word around too loosely without a fish name in front of it. By itself, kama is Japanese slang for gay, so in the wrong crowd you might make a sumo wrestler pretty unhappy with you! The rear part of the belly on yellowtail, or amberjacks is reserved for high quality sashimi.

OK, now we've got the carcass trimmed down to the basics and the rest is pretty much what you have always done. The sushi chef has a ritual of slicing the length of the fish just under the skin along the dorsal fin on one side then along the anal fin and then along the anal fin on the other side and finally the opposite side of the dorsal. There's a name for that technique, but it has flown out of my brain for the moment.

They then retrace their steps completing the cuts down to the backbone and finally removing the fillets where they attach to the backbone by pretty much just lifting them off.

On small fish like flounder and just keeper trout the backbone is broken in half and then marinated in a combination of soy and sake and then deep fried for an appetizer. Sounds weird but I have had guests turn down entrees for more "fried bones!"

Larger fish have the remaining flesh removed with a teaspoon and this is mixed with minced scallion and some nanami togarashi (Japanese 5 spice) or other ingredients and used as a filler for makizushi (rolled sushi). There's not much left for the garbage guys to haul off.

Tuna are more involved due to their roundness, but it's not that big of a deal. Make an additional cut the length of the fish down its lateral line so you end up with 4 loins instead of 2 fillets. Remove the blood line (your cat will love you) and you are good to go.

If you plan to work on sushi and sashimi for several days on a large fish, only cut off the carcass what you need for that session. Cover your fish in parchment paper and then plastic wrap and return it to the ice and you're good to go the next day.

Long term storage
As for freezer storage, you can't beat vacuum sealers. I use a Foodsaver Pro that I've had for over 15 years and the darn thing is still going strong, hope I didn't just jinx it! I have grilled year old blackfin stored that way next to month old blackfin and been unable to tell the difference, they're that good.

Late Night NYC

My favorite was always Bereket on Houston and Orchard, but for some reason I think the bone broth soups at Gan Mee Ok (Koreatown) are available until late. Here is what the NYTimes thinks:

October 18, 2006
Late-Night Dining Options
By PETER MEEHAN
FOLLOWING are some recently available late-night dining opportunities in Manhattan, and some standbys:

OPEN UNTIL 2 A.M.

DITCH PLAINS 29 Bedford Street (Downing Street); (212) 633-0202. Try the lobster roll.

LA ESQUINA 106 Kenmare Street (Cleveland Place); (646) 613-7100. The taqueria is open until 5 a.m. daily; the restaurant is open until 2 a.m., but the last reservation for the restaurant is at 11:30 p.m.

LANDMARC 179 West Broadway (Worth Street); (212) 343-3883. Try the hanger steak, bloody.

MARU 11 West 32nd Street; (212) 273-3413; open until 2 a.m. Sunday through Wednesday, 3 a.m. Thursday and 4 a.m. Friday and Saturday.

MOMOFUKU SSAM BAR 207 Second Avenue (13th Street); (212) 254-3500. Late-night menu from 10:30 p.m. to 2:30 a.m. Wednesday through Sunday. Try rice cakes with pork sauce, an Asian answer to pasta bolognese.

PASTIS 9 Ninth Avenue (Little West 12th Street); (212) 929-4844; Friday and Saturday until 2:45 a.m.

SPOTTED PIG 314 West 11th Street (Greenwich Street); (212) 620-0393. Try the pickle plate if you’re nibbling, the burger for a bit more.

OPEN UNTIL 3 A.M.

’INOTECA 98 Rivington Street (Ludlow Street); (212) 614-0473. Try the Italian tea sandwiches called tramezzini.

SAKE BAR HAGI 152 West 49th Street, lower level; (212) 764-8549.

SUSHI SEKI 1143 First Avenue (62nd Street); (212) 371-0238. Closed Saturdays and Sundays. Try the omakase, and eat whatever you’re served.

THOR 107 Rivington Street (Essex Street); (212) 796-8040. Open until 3 Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights. Try crispy cod sticks with malt vinegar foam.

OPEN UNTIL 4 A.M.

BLUE RIBBON 97 Sullivan Street (Spring Street); (212) 274-0404. Try beef marrow and oxtail marmalade.

EMPLOYEES ONLY 510 Hudson Street (Christopher Street); (212) 242-3021. Try the “Staff Meal,” a special that may be goulash one night and a grilled cheese sandwich with tomato soup the next.

FATTY CRAB 643 Hudson Street (Gansevoort Street); (212) 352-3590. Open until 4 Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights. Try watermelon pickle and crispy pork salad.

MAS (FARMHOUSE) 39 Downing Street (Bedford Street); (212) 255-1790. Try as much American hackleback caviar as you can afford.

NEW YORK NOODLETOWN 28½ Bowery (Bayard Street), (212) 349-0923. Open until 4 a.m. Sunday through Thursday, 5 a.m. Friday and Saturday.

RESTAURANT FORTE BADEN BADEN 28 West 32nd Street, second floor; (212) 714-2266. Open until 3 Monday through Thursday nights; to 4 Friday and Saturday nights; to 1 Sunday night. Try sautéed pig’s feet with vegetables.

OPEN LATER

SAM TALBOT’S PUSHCART Southeast corner of Stanton and Ludlow Streets, Lower East Side, 11 p.m. to 5 a.m. Thursday, Friday and Saturday. Try the kalbi burger with kimchi.

I have more eggs than you.

From NYTimes:

In Italy, you can determine a region’s historical affluence by the dominant type of pasta. Flour and water, perhaps with some oil, produced a bleak-colored pasta made by poor people. Flour with a few eggs, yielding a pale yellow pasta, was the pasta of the not-so-poor. Flour with a lot of eggs — creating a brilliant yellow — was for the wealthy.

And some Lucca recommendations:

Ristorante La Mora, Via Sesto di Moriano, 1748, Ponte a Moriano; (39-0583) 406402. A pleasant 15-minute drive from Lucca, and worth the trip. Lunch or dinner, 33 to 49 euros (about $43 to $63, at $1.29 to the euro) a person. The tasting menus, at 45 euros and higher, are excellent values.

Ristorante Giglio, Piazza del Giglio, 2; (39-0583) 494058. Lunch or dinner for two, with three courses, about 30 euros.

Trattoria Da Francesco, Corte Portici 13; (39-0583) 418.049. Lunch or dinner for two, with three courses, about 30 euros a person.

Trattoria Gigi, Piazza del Carmine, 7; (39-0583) 467266. Lunch or dinner for two, with three courses, about 30 euros.

Trattoria Da Leo, Via Tegrimi, 1; (39-0583) 492236. Lunch or dinner for two, with three courses, about 25 euros.

Cornell Memories

I learned to drink wine in college, and the Hermann J. Wiemer Dry Riesling was always my favorite.

from the NYTimes

August 17, 2006
Dry Riesling Wins Top Award in State Contest
By HOWARD G. GOLDBERG
A 2005 dry riesling from the Finger Lakes was voted New York’s best wine in an annual contest yesterday.

The winner, a white made by the Hermann J. Wiemer Vineyard, defeated 702 other entries in the biggest field in the New York Wine and Food Classic’s 21-year history.

The bottle costs $16 at the winery, on Seneca Lake in Dundee, N.Y. Given the Governor’s Cup, it was named “best white wine” and “best of show.”

The two-day competition took place in Canandaigua in the Finger Lakes region.

The competition was sponsored by the New York Wine and Grape Foundation, a nonprofit statewide trade association based in the New York Wine and Culinary Center, which opened in Canandaigua in June.

The Wiemer vineyard, established in 1979, is viewed by many as one of North America’s leading riesling producers. Mr. Wiemer’s 2002 reserve riesling won the 2003 contest.

The German-born Mr. Wiemer made 2,000 12-bottle cases of the winning 2005 wine. Most have been allocated to various markets. About 200 awaited distribution to merchants and restaurants in New York City.

Reached at his property, Mr. Wiemer said he planned to send the winning riesling to customers in about 40 states.

“It is not a typical riesling for the Lakes,” he said. “We had a warm vintage, and the wine is broader than usual.”

Except for 2005, rieslings have won the contest every year since 2000, giving rise to the perception that the Finger Lakes region has become one of the world’s principal riesling zones.

At the contest, Dr. Konstantin Frank’s Vinifera Wine Cellars, on Keuka Lake in the Finger Lakes region, was declared the winery of the year on the basis of total number of medals amassed.

In major categories, the state’s best whites from the Finger Lakes included the following: Chateau Frank’s 2000 Blanc de Noirs sparkling wine ($39.99); Chateau LaFayette Reneau’s 2005 semisweet Johannisberg riesling ($14.99); and Dr. Konstantin Frank’s Vinifera Wine Cellars’ 2005 ($24.99) gewürztraminer, which tied with Corey Creek Vineyards’ 2005 gewürztraminer ($25) from Long Island.

The best reds, also from the Finger Lakes, included ChateauLaFayette Reneau’s 2002 cabernet sauvignon ($19.99) and its 2002 pinot noir ($18.99).

Long Island contributed these winners: Jamesport Vineyards’ 2004 cabernet franc ($24.95), best overall red; Corey Creek’s 2005 reserve chardonnay ($30); Peconic Bay Winery’s 2001 merlot ($23.99); and Wölffer Estate’s 2005 late-harvest chardonnay ($37, half bottle), voted best dessert wine.

The best semidry riesling was Mazza Chautauqua Cellars’ 2005 ($12.95), made in the Lake Erie region.

All the wines were tasted blind, although the 24 judges, 17 of whom came from out of state, were told the grape varieties in each round.

The wine industry and influential wine periodicals treat the contest as the broadest, most representative index of the quality and styles of New York’s expanding wine industry.

Entries were submitted by 102 of the state’s 239 producers. As measured by total wineries, New York’s industry is the fourth-largest in the United States, after California, Washington and Oregon.

What happened to Chowhound? www.chow.com

From the NYTimes

August 16, 2006
A Food Web Site, Spiced With Attitude
By LORNE MANLY

HIPNESS is rarely a prime ingredient in the most popular Web sites devoted to food and drink. Chow.com, a new food Web site that begins its rollout next week, hopes to inject that sensibility into its smorgasbord of recipes, restaurant reviews, party hints, video tutorials and coverage of the marketing and culture of food. All this is aimed at a younger audience than the major food Web sites tend to attract.

Chow.com comes from an unlikely purveyor: CNET Networks, a Web publisher best known for technology news and reviews and computer game tips and tricks. Though the foray seems an odd fit, it dovetails with the company’s strategy of expanding to general-interest passions of the 25- to 45-year-olds it seeks, whether child-rearing (urbanbaby.com), music (mp3.com) or television (tv.com).

For the required gustatory intelligence, the company earlier this year bought the remains of a short-lived magazine called Chow, bringing along its founder, Jane Goldman. And since every self-respecting Web site needs a virtual community attached to it, CNET Networks also acquired Chowhound, an online message board for the food-obsessed, where culinary explorers seek and debate everything from the best stewed octopus in Astoria to the ultimate doughnut in Maspeth. (The New York Times Company has a content syndication agreement with different CNET Networks properties, the technology-focused cnet.com and news.com.)

Cracking the consciousness of Web surfers will not be easy for chow.com. The prodding of the Food Network cable channel powers the Web site of the same name, and provides the profits for original shows for the Web. On Monday, for example, a Web show called “Dave Does’’ made its debut, in which the chef and author Dave Lieberman scopes out the latest food trends.

In addition, epicurious.com, owned by the company that publishes two of the most influential food magazines, Gourmet and Bon Appétit, profits from that connection, while AOL Food reaps the benefits of one of the most popular Internet portals. And although fans of the iconoclastic Chowhound could be the core audience of chow.com, some members may rebel against the notion of its “going corporate,” much as early fans of an indie rock group turn against the band after a major record label snaps it up.

Ms. Goldman, a former editor of The Industry Standard, the chronicler of the Internet boom and then bust, started Chow in 2004 for an audience she believed was underserved: a younger, hipper clientele passionate about food but perhaps not too skilled at preparing it. The plans for chow.com call for retaining the magazine’s sensibility and making the contributions of its users a substantial part of the mix.

The new site begins the Web equivalent of an out-of-town tryout next Wednesday. People who go to chow.com in the next week will be able to register to sample the site’s goods before it opens widely next month; the Chowhound message boards are already available.

Though chow.com will have a test kitchen and has licensed recipes like those from Roy Finamore’s book “Tasty,” executives know they’ll never be able to match the libraries of Epicurious, the Food Network’s Web site, or the popular site allrecipes.com. But it hopes to provide clever ways to search for those recipes, like what to eat before a night of drinking and dancing into the wee hours.

In addition to the usual food site basics, there will be video tutorials for offbeat projects like making your own root beer or curing your own meat. A party package will include music playlists, tips on how to get people to leave and the chance for users to send along analysis of their own parties, including videos.

In “Show Us Your Kitchen,” Chow-blessed contractors will invade volunteers’ homes to remodel. The “My Chow” feature, beyond allowing for the sharing of recipes and restaurant recommendations, will let users find like-minded dinner companions for the times their friends are too cheap to splurge for the likes of a Thomas Keller dinner. And a “Nagging Question” section aims to offer a pop-culture sensibility. After reading that a competitive eater downed 44 lobsters, Ms. Goldman wondered, If you eat 11.3 pounds of food — which is what those lobsters yielded — do you gain 11.3 pounds? The answer: for a few minutes, yes.

CNET Networks will try to meld the personalities of Chow and Chowhound by sending Jim Leff, the founder of Chowhound, on an eat-across-America mission called Chow Tour. This week, Mr. Leff, who will gladly travel 30 miles out of his way for a slightly better muffin, heads south into barbecue country, with some planned stops at Kentucky bourbon and spoonbread festivals.

Since it began in 1997, Chowhound has attracted a fervent audience of food lovers, but its minuscule budget made scanning the site as enjoyable as reading the phone book. CNET Networks installed better software and design in June, but popularity breeds complaints.

Robert Sietsema, the restaurant critic for The Village Voice and a contributor to Gourmet, said he still finds the Chowhound boards helpful, but he said the quality of the discourse over the past few years has declined as more dabblers and dilettantes came onboard. “There’s less interest in the signature find,” he said. Instead of people scouring off-the-beaten-track neighborhoods, there are obvious questions, like “Where can I take my parents after a Broadway show?’’

Mr. Leff disputes that the proportion has changed, and vows that the swankier surroundings will not subvert the site’s mission: finding unsung “deliciousness” not beholden to the marketing machine. CNET, he said, has promised him that it will not sell restaurant ads on the Chowhound message boards. But the rest of the site is open to marketing tie-ins. Sub-Zero is a sponsor.

Blurring the lines between advertising and journalism is not a problem to everyone. The second most popular food Web site in July, behind FoodNetwork.com, according to Nielsen/NetRatings, was kraftfoods.com, which has recipes, videos (how to prepare balsamic-marinated flank steak, for example), and articles from the Kraft-sponsored magazine Food & Family.

“Who delivers that information doesn’t seem to matter, as long as the ads don’t interrupt the experience,” said Beth Higbee, senior vice president of Scripps Networks Interactive, which runs Food Network.com. Chow.com may have indie cred. But, Ms. Higbee asked, “Is that enough to emerge from the fray?”

Chautauqua Culinary Institute

Wow. A fantastic weekend in Chautauqua New York (near the PA border and 1 hour South of Buffalo), and I feel like the Chautauqua Institute got most things right, but I couldn't believe that food was not more of a priority.

With summer educational programs in dance, theatre, opera, music, and visual arts, everywhere you turn there is a stimulating art form, and when combined with a beautiful place, the time between meals can really be outstanding.

Unfortunately, the enlightened minds that have cultivated this extraordinary place for families and intellectuals and believers seems to be neglecting my favorite art, and everyone else also seems to complain about the food.

What is it? I guess it could be some sort of Puritan tradition, but the artistic stimulation is certainly decadent, the place is beautiful, and no one is there working. Why single out food?

It seems to me like it would be a natural extension of the existing art programs to include another: the Chautauqua Culinary Institute. Imagine that, along with the dozens of artists invited to enrich their skills, Chautauqua sponsored aspiring chefs to be a part of the community. Like the musicians practicing on the quads, maybe we could have chefs sharing small meals throughout the campus. Like the main plays the acting group puts together, couldn’t the chefs come together for some fantastic feasts? Upstate New York is rich for culinary transcendence during the peak summer season, and it is a shame that it is not more strongly embraced by this enlightened community.

Tai

Harvest



Pulpo

Cyclades – Sea Harvest and Market Lessons



Monica, Shota, and I spent the last week of July touring the Cyclades on a 51 foot Alfa (ocean cruising sailboat) with a fantastic Obelixan skipper - Babys, and 3 new Greek friends - Apostolous, Ilias, and Kostis. Flying in to Athens, we met the boat at Paros, after a three hour high speed ferry ride from Piraeus (the port of Athens), to begin a casual tour of some stunning Cycladean islands.

We came to eat and we were excited about fish, octopus, and sea urchins. I even brought my dive gear and fishing rods to see if I could help in the harvest. We had moderate success while diving and fishing, but we had a challenging time finding fresh seafood at restaurants.



The first fish I saw in Greece were at a great salumerie in Milos (our first island stop) which was about a block away from the center of the port (and a fantastic bakery – see photo). There was a broad selection of what appeared to be local (no brand) well packaged beautiful fish, squid, and octopus. This strong frozen selection and Babys’ selection of ouzo mezze from the same store (canned seafood and smoked cheese) should have been an indication as to how the fish markets work in remote Cycladean islands and how our week of fish eating would be.

There was fishing on the islands and I saw two traditional methods: drop lines and gill nets. The drop lines were fished with monofilament and small baited hooks attached in series on a long stretch and monitored by pairs of fishermen in small (<15 foot) boats that I would not like to be in outside of protected waters. The gill nets were bright yellow and handled on specialized boats about the size of lobster trawlers.

I never saw a prize catch. Instead I saw lots of small (~8-10 inch) fish of mixed variety sold from the boats in quantities of about a dozen and carried un-refrigerated (no ice) in plastic shopping bags to what inevitably was the house of a local. I would consider these fish by-catch or trash fish: small, mixed species, nominally fish: probably not the intended catch, but ended up dead in the boat. In Miami, we complain if we find them on the end of our line; in Japan, I am sure they are a delicacy (the rarer and smaller the better); and in Greece, they probably make a great soup.

I also tried my luck at fishing and diving. I caught a few 10 inch grouper in the port at Milos and a lizard fish during a post partying dawn at Folegandros, but I could not catch anything worth keeping. On the other hand, a mate on the Shiraz, a luxury sailboat with Spanish owners which we met in Milos, had some success trolling large bright Rapalas on his way to the island, with 4 20+ pound tunas in the fridge.

Diving was different. I never saw an octopus, but the upper depths were littered with sea urchins, so I knocked free and collected as many as I could during the half hour free diving segments in the frigid clear Mediterranean Sea. Our first try at Folegandros yielded dozens of beautiful black urchins, a pen shell, and a scallop that looked like a rock. I had seen a small cuttlefish, but they are really difficult to catch with your bare hands! Back at the boat, we had scallop with lemon juice (divine), and I was pleasantly surprised to find a pair of breeding (the female had eggs) clear shrimp living in our pen shell (also eaten). They were great live and immediate.

The urchins were no fun. Even though they were beautiful, not all of them had the orange uni stuff we were looking for, and if they did, they looked anemic. It wasn’t until Sikinos were I grabbed some large white-spined specimens that we had a better uni hit rate and greater uni yield. From our results, I would guess that uni success is as much a function of species as it is of gender? We never looked at any menus (we were with Greeks), but we were never offered sea urchins.

Monica and I requested fish every day at every island, but did not fully realize that we would have a difficult time finding it until we reached the most remote island we visited, Sikinos, and realized that we had eaten nothing but lamb and goat all week long.

The one chance we had at eating fish on the islands seemed to have been through a promise from Babys: if we planned a trip early enough to Sikinos, he could reserve fish from the day’s catch for our dinner. Unfortunately, the hangover delays precluded this possibility. I assumed there was a limited number of fish caught and consumed on the island, and that we just needed to claim our share, but when I thought a bit more about the market dynamics, it seemed like there may be another answer for why we couldn’t find the fish we so eagerly sought on the islands we visited, and I wanted to answer a simple question: Where could I get fish? If they weren’t reserved and we could not find them in the restaurants, where did the fish go?

Apparently, there are two types of fish (famously complained about by Greek locals), the premium fresh fish, usually prized species, kept fresh and prepared as a delicacy for prices quoted at 50 Euros +, and the affordable mass market frozen and canned seafood that is ubiquitous and delicious. What we did not realize was that a week cruising among remote Cycladean islands would bring us the latter. The remote islands we visited had the majority of their supplies brought in from the outside, and were almost solely visited by Greek tourists, who are probably less willing to pay the inflated prices guaranteed for fresh fish during the peak tourist season at other sites.

Our experience in the islands was an apparent lesson in market economics:
• If you want fresh seafood, catch it yourself.
• If there is a more lucrative market for seafood, that is probably were the best quality goes.

Luckily the trip still had some food highlights, but it was amazing that we had to return to Paros, which seemed like a suburb of Athens (high school cliques at bars), to find where the market deposited the fish we sought.

On our last night in Paros together we found our first great seafood meal at the Ouzeri Apostolis restaurant. It began with the local octopus delicacy which is brushed with olive oil and dried in the sun for a few days (according to Babys) and grilled just before it is served. We had seen a tourist depiction at a pleasant café on the Milos boardwalk, but this was our first successful eating. The meal climaxed with a wonderfully cooked, grilled, juicy, red snapper (fangri in Greek, almost identical to tai in Japan, nothing like Atlantic red snapper) served with a lemon olive oil dressing, and my favorite memory is of pulling the head in half (longwise) and sucking on one of the juiciest grilled fish I have ever had.

The best was apparently saved for last. The rest of the group had left us, Ilias and Kostis for work, Apostolous and Shota to Mykonos to try some last attempt slutting, so Monica and I found ourselves with a beautiful day to wander Paros’ neighborhoods. After some mandatory (for me) shopping and a full meal at a great local gourmet café selected by Apostolous (Distrato- coolest temperature on Paros), we found ourselves on a small beach with a number of tables outdoors and selected the most pleasant looking one (Glaukos). We were stuffed, but planned on reading our thick books with mezze and ouzo all afternoon long. I was reading the Fagles Odyssey again (which I love), but was startled from the epic when godly chipirones (baby squid) deposited themselves on the table of the only other guests on this seashore. We quickly ordered our own, and were served them fried in a pile: fresh, uncleaned, and with a thick crumbing. Monica and I attacked (too quickly for cameras), and it wasn’t until I explained that the broad range in flavors of the plate in front of us was due to the fresh intestinal contents each squid contained, that I was able to grab the lion’s share.

Interestingly, I had a similar experience in Hokkaido (the northernmost island of Japan), where okasan and I had a horribly difficult time finding premium uni (sea urchin) and ikura (salmon roe) even though Hokkaido is the famous source. Hokkaido is also remote, harsh, and visited mostly by local (Japanese) tourists. The inability to get premium products at the source is a strange artifact of an efficient market, but gives me confidence that money can buy quality foods (even if they are a day older). Could Argentina’s beef be another model of this, where all the cuts considered “best” in export markets are not available in local cuisines? Ever seen a large Key West Pink Shrimp in Key West? What exactly was that trash fish soup the local was making?

Refreshingly, the Cyclades were fantastic, and we have many stunning memories of rakomelo nights and wine dark seas. I think there are probably places that combine the strengths of the market with the benefits of being close by (experience, freshness, price, etc.), and it seems as though Paros fits that role for the Cyclades - maybe Sapporo does this for Hokkaido (or is it Tokyo for everything?). Kyoto definitely does it for baby bamboo (sources the best of the region), and (thinking ahead to the next vacation) it gives reason to stopping in Florence during truffle season and not just hanging out in the forests.

L.A. to the Bay - NY Times Tacos

Always looking for tacos in Cali, here is a list that is the result of a highway 1 NY Times adventure:

EL PARIáN 1528 West Pico Boulevard, Los Angeles; (213) 386-7361.

TACOS BAJA ENSENADA 5385 Whittier Boulevard, Los Angeles; (323) 887-1980.

LA SUPER RICA TAQUERIA 622 North Milpas Street, Santa Barbara; (805) 963-4940.

LILLY’S TAQUERIA 310 Chapala Street, Santa Barbara; (805) 966-9180.

CHAPALA RESTAURANT 2816 Main Street, Morro Bay; (805) 772-4492.

RUDDELL’S SMOKEHOUSE 101 D Street, Cayucos; (805) 995-5028.

TAQUERIA VALLARTA 1101 Pacific Avenue, Santa Cruz; (831) 471-2655.

TAQUERIA Y MERCADO DE AMIGOS 1999 Pescadero Creek Road, Pescadero; (650) 879-0232.

LA TAQUERIA 2889 Mission Street, San Francisco; (415) 285-7117.

TAQUERIA SAN JOSé 2830 Mission Street, San Francisco; (415) 282-0203.

EL TONAYENSE TACO TRUCK Harrison Street & 22nd Street, San Francisco.

LA PALMA MEXICATESSEN 2884 24th Street, San Francisco; (415) 647-1500.

Poached Dove

Last night the wild turkey breast I had thawed turned out to be 20 dove breasts, and I was left with the much more challenging task of making the gamiest bird in my experience approachable. What's more, it was under pressure to perform.

I am not sure if it was the company (a wonderful girl) or sheer luck, but the dish I ended up with was one of the best I have ever made.

I started by cutting the breast meat from the bone for each of these dark meat breasts, and then, after deliberating over sauces and cooking techniques, I settled on poaching the breasts in the whole milk I had gotten the day before at the farmer's market from Cruze Farm. My experience with bittersweet cocoa and venison led me to the same path, and in spite of always associating chocolate with winter, I made my first chocolate sauce. I had even entertained making a chocolate milk for poaching, but could not see a siginificant difference in taste, and the butter, bittersweet cocoa, and wild rasberry compote lent all the flavor that the lightly poached doves were looking for. Served next to a truffle oil arugula salad, the mixture became the perfect complement for the beautiful day.

Thank you Allen for sharing your dove harvest with me and teaching me how to harvest my own.

Thank you Bea for the wild rasberrry compote that I accepted so greedily when you offered it to me some time ago.

Thank you Rocio for a great beginning to a friendship.

Lechon Matado

So, I have been roasting whole pigs for more than 10 years now, and I have never really seen one of my pigs alive until today.

Gary Grizzle has been butchering pigs for me since I got to East Tennessee, and he is one of the nicest guys I have met out here. He lives in the country with his son’s family to the left and his neighbor’s 100+ calves in a barn to the right, all overlooking his multiple acre vegetable garden.

This morning I met Gary and drove over to Bill the pig farmer's farm. A couple of hundred pigs, all of them cute, smelly, eating, shitting machines. Bill was in the middle, wearing what I would consider fly fishing waders, smiling and knee deep in pig. There were all sizes, from beautiful little foot long babies to their 500 lbs (those bite) mommas; we picked the largest of the less than 15 week lot, about 85 pounds live weight, and put it into Gary's son's trailer for the drive back to Gary's place. Apparently it only takes a pig about 6 months to reach 250+ pounds!

One shot in the head (while still in the trailer), and our bouncing brain pierced pig was on the floor, soon to be bled with a swift cut at the main neck artery. As it bled, Gary's two beautiful weenie dogs (as his grandaughter put it) lapped up the blood (I had earlier remarked that they had stunning coats), and we chatted as we waited for the blood to subside and the heated water trough to reach 160 degrees.

A homemade metal bath with (what had to have been) large propane burners underneath, Gary had started the heat at 7 this morning. It was now about 9:15, and the water (not changed since the last pig) finally read 160 on the industrial thermometer.

We used a chain link fence to support the pig as Gordon (Gary’s son) rocked the pig up and down, carefully scalding the outer layer of skin, until, in-between rocks, Gary was able to easily rip off pieces of hide.

The chain link fence was great because not only was it strong, porous, and flexible enough to be rocked, it also made the roll onto the wooden dock next to the bath that much simpler.

All three of them went at it, Gary, Gordon, and Gordon’s son, three generations of Grizzles making this pig cleaning look easy and putting up with a strange looking Cuban that was really interested in the details.

They used folding buck-style knives that they had each sharpened earlier, and I realized that the grips and short blades were perfect for shaving the pig. I was in there grabbing at hide as well, but that was the fun part, as the shaving of the left over hair took the skill of a barber with a straight blade.

After making slits in the rear legs and revealing the double (as Gordon noted, unlike a deer) ligaments, we hung the pig up from a crane, and I realized how beautiful it was.

After cutting completely around the anus to free it, Gary made a light central cut, barely breaking the skin, from ass to ribs. I looked at it more than once, and realized that it was indeed perfectly straight and perfectly in the middle.

A bit deeper, and a grain filled small intestine began to pop out, slowly followed by its length, and Gary worked the viscera out at a steady pace. Before the liver, he asked do want the liver? Cutting it away and handing it to Gordon, he continued down the pig. Do you want the heart? Again cut away, then split, and the congealed (thick thick dark dark) blood pushed out. Before I knew it, there was a hose, Gordon’s son had picked up the guts (almost as big as him), successfully strained to put them in the trash bin nearby, and I had a zip lock of clean viscera and was on my way to wash up for a day at office.

I think I learned more this morning than I have all week, and viscera (as my olive oil sautéed lunch time heart spoke to) are exquisite fresh.

Thanks to Gary, Gordon, and Mackle for their patience and generosity.

You may ask: why no photos?
- I walk a fine line between being an interested outsider, and being an abrupt alien. Gary’s grandkids would have thought I was the strangest fellow in the world if I had been taking photos of shit covered pigs.

Cooper Hewitt Exhibit on flatware

http://www.cooperhewitt.org/EXHIBITIONS/feeding_desire/index.aspFeeding Desire: Design and the Tools of the Table, 1500–2005On view May 5–October 29, 2006
A journey through the evolution of Western dining from the Renaissance to the present, Feeding Desire features objects from Cooper-Hewitt’s world-class collections. The exhibition will address the development of utensil forms, innovations in production and materials, etiquette, and flatware as social commentary.
AWESOME!

Microplane Graters

Some of you can relate to being the owner of useless kitchen gadgets. The kind that sit in dark cabinet corners collecting dust feeling 90% guilty and 10% resigned to contributing to the US economy. Let's see, I got a food dehydrator after a month of raw food obsession. That's never been used. A Dial-A-Knife circa 1960's from a flea market - powder blue dial with bubble font. I'm afraid to stick my good knife in it...that's never been plugged in. A stunning $500 Limited Edition chrome 12-cup Cuisinart (courtesy of psycho-boss who made up for abusive office behavior) used once in two years. Taking apart the various pieces to wash it takes too much time. The one kitchen gadget that I love, possessing the right design and utility is the microplaner. It's affordable (less than $20), easily washable, and incredibly useful. It makes that rectangular grater look pathetic: does grate well or washed well while giving you knuckle cuts. Check it out: http://www.microplane.com

One of our favorite Manhattan Restaurants closes

Sergio and I had one of the best meals in NYC last year when we stumbled upon a party for his friend, Maurti (sp?). We had just finished snacking at two places yet we ate like we never did at Petrosino's on the Lower East Side. The menu has mostly Northern Italian food done in a room with simple white decor. Now WTF does the ubiquitious Italian-modern decor thing have going on here? Simple - abundance of plenty with class. The piles of prosciutto didn't seem obnoxious but layer in ripples on the small tasting dishes. Then came out the sauteed broccoli rabe, spaghetti with meatballs...closing round of five desserts. I can't recall all the details but Serg and I still salivate and laugh about that meal. No one else at the table was particularly hungry but we had doubles of everything. It was a sad day for both of us to hear this February that Petrosino's would be no more.

Marty's goddaughter, Erin, Debbie (mom) and me looking at the pickled fruit and vegetable sweets from a roadside stall overlooking Maracas Bay.

TT - Trinidad & Tobago

Marty and I went to TT for Spring Break a few weeks ago. Not only was the weather lovely but the local food divine. We stayed with his precocious nine-year old goddaughter and the parents. Debbie, her mother, is a TT/Caribbean celebrity chef so needless to say we ate pretty well...We kicked off the liming at a local rum shop en route from the airport with ice cold Carib and Stag beers, dubbed by roadside banners as "the man's drink" (Marty preferred the Carib which has a crisper finish). This was accompanied by delicious handmade handheld food - roti stuffed with curried potatoes and your choice of meat (goat or chicken are the most common) wrapped in light blue-purple tissue paper. On Sunday, we were treated to a traditional Sunday lunch with callaloo soup, stewed chicken, fish chowder, and breadfruit. Breadfruit kicks any potatoes ass - it has a firmness - slightly sweet, non-starchy quality. One day, we drove to Debe in Trinidad and had Carib-Indian fried street food. I never thought much about fried food's differentiation but each local stall had his/her own following. Lightly battered, fried to a certain lightness, crispy yet moist but not too moist that only tastes good at a certain temperature - one degree over or below makes the whole thing a bit sad. TT subsists on a pretty impressive diet: fish, chicken (one fried breakfast egg is about five fried breakfast eggs), vegetables rice and local fruit. The strong sense of Indian-Chinese-African flavors meld together quite well.

Edible Art?

Read this in Time Out NY March 30th issue. Sid Chidiac's "sweet tooth". Interesting and kinda bizarre: http://www.sidchidiac.com/Chocolate.htm

Padang

Has anyone ever been to Padang in Indonesia? The NYTimes describes if as food-crazed, with items like sate padang, tender skewers of beef smothered in a brown sauce laced with 15 spices, and creamy avocado juice spiked with chocolate syrup.

If you live in NY, you can get a preview at Padang Raya or Minangasli on Whitney Ave in North Elmhurst.

The Lemongrass War

By ADAM B. ELLICK
Published: March 5, 2006

Truffles Exposed!

The NY Times had an article on March 1st, Cultivating a Mystique by Jane Black, that was my first glimpse of the worlwide truffle market. Did you know:

- One truffle farm in Spain accounts for 15-25% of the global supply of ~35 tons a year?

- 80 to 90 percent of French truffles are now cultivated.

- New Zealand is a big player with about 100 new truffle farms in the last decade. It is home to the most productive truffle farm in the world, with $220,000 worth of truffles (wholesale) an acre.

- Primitive truffle farms began in France almost 150 years ago.

- All you need to make truffles are the right growing conditions, an oak forest, and some truffle spores to infect new saplings? Trees take about 8-10 years to mature before the first crop.

- Even at truffle farms, dogs are used to find truffles, and they are hand dug. This is necessary because the peak of a truffle's ripeness is relatively short.

- Look out for Chinese truffles, Tuber indicum, which look like black truffles, or Tuber melanosporum, but lack their signature aroma and flavor, and sell for a fraction of the price - I am not sure I believe the part about aroma and flavour, and I think this might be China bashing. Do any of you have any experience?

Eat as many truffles as you can. Cheat, and use truffles to get laid. Be critical of chefs that put truffle oil on everything.

Tropical Winter Feast

























Wow. A little bit of luck fishing, Simon, Okasan, Mom, and guests, and we had an easy feast. January on Sugarloaf. Wonderful.

Assorted pickles and vegetables
Rum Drunk Grilled Fennel Shrimp
Mackerel Sashimi
Mackerel Sushi
Grilled Mackerel
Churrasco
Pear Marinated Cocoa Venison Back Strap

Loco Con Los Platanos

We finally have a way to peel green plantains without breaking or dirtying our beautiful long nails. The story of the E-Z Peeler, out today in the New York Times, is anecdotal and worthwhile. I would love to eat so many plantains that I would need one of these. There is also a plantain cookbook that is probably worth investigating.

Thumb-Wrestling With Plantains Is Now an Optional Sport
By AMANDA HESSER

http://www.nytimes.com/2006/02/01/dining/01peel.html?:/

www.lococonlosplatanos.com

Conservation Salmon

Here is a way to get hook and line caught salmon straight from the source. Conservation Salmon is endorsed by Trout Unlimited, whose mission is to conserve, protect and restore North America’s trout and salmon fisheries and their watersheds. I volunteer with my local TU group, the Little River Chapter, and I really feel like their contributions are significant.

Here is what they say their goals are:

Goals of Conservation Salmon
To ensure a fair return to salmon fishermen in keeping with "Fair Trade" principles;
To provide a "percent of profits tithe" to selected conservation groups to assist their ongoing efforts to protect salmon habitat;
and
To provide conservation consumers with direct access to the finest, all natural, sustainable food in the world - wild Alaska salmon and seafood.

I can't wait to ask them to send me a whole salmon and some ikura. Check them out, www.ConservationSalmon.com

Barcelona Bravas

Even though they had their share, Shota and Amy missed out on las mejores Patatas Bravas de Barcelona, which I enjoyed during my day trip peregrinaje to the Vilar/Connil home site in the suburb of Sarria. Served with all i oli and salsa picante at the packed bar Tomas de Sarria, we ordered 6 portions to go, and I had eaten two of those portions (huge by European standards) in tie, hot, and walking, even before we had reached the family apartment for a roasted chicken lunch with Montse (Maria de Monteserrat, Maria's Aphrodite eyed mother), husband (Manolo), and wonderful children, Maria and Victor.

All i oli has always amazed me, and Catalunia truly challenges my ideas on the sauce, because good quality hyper thick spoonfuls of it are so easy to find. Good olive oil and good garlic (fresh?) should produce good all i oli, but every time I succeed in persuading the garlic to emulse as it dances with the oil, I find myself with small quantities of success and an overcautious fear of it returning, and leaving me with only the original ingredients. In Barcelona, the all i oli is strong, it is thick, it is white, and it is impossible to ligar after eating it, but it is worth it (as Spanish girls require excessive warming up anyway).

The salsa picante is secondary, and seems to be a cayenne paprika oil mixture identical to that drizzled on pulpo a la Gallega in Barcelona, but it has the benefits of both flavor and looks.

Tomas de Sarria has reached cult status, and the combination of huge turnover, great potatoes (Maria swears this is their secret), all i oli and salsa picante, made my toothpick attack of a plate of fried potatoes experience the perfect thread of a memorable afternoon.