I was not terrified– but I should have been.  I am not dead– but I so easily could have been. 

I was fifteen years old and riding in the back seat of my dad’s 1974 Pontiac Grand Prix after returning from a family vacation to Acapulco.  As we neared our destination, in Killeen, Texas, the car, painted a creamy almost yellow color was, in an instant, surrounded by an armada of dark sedans.  Angry Texas men emerged from these vehicles, drew weapons, shouted for us to get out of our car.   This was not the way we had planned to end our evening…

It was the Summer of 1975– the year my family almost died.  If you have never had an arsenal of loaded guns pointed at you by an army of jittery Lone Star State police officers, this may seem like an improbable tale.  Somehow, we managed, to avoid becoming roadkill on that Texas night.   

In a case of mistaken identity, our car, the aforementioned 1974 Pontiac Grand Prix, was taken for another car (same make, model and color, apparently) carrying felons that had been robbing God-fearing Texas-folk at shotgun-point earlier that evening.  It did not help matters that my dad brought back a souvenir Mexican sombrero that we just happened to put on the shelf behind the back seats so that it, and nothing else, was all that was visible by anyone following our car.  Yeah, from the outside, we even looked like Bandidos.  But really fancy red-velvet-sombrero-wearing-mariachi-bandidos— ay-yaay-yaay!

There we were, completely surrounded– my dad and my cousin’s husband, who were in the front seat, got out.  The latter was immediately set upon, bent over the hood of the car and treated to the local ritual salutation known as “Texas Frisk’em” —  just like in the movies.  My dad, despite orders to raise his hands, just kept asking in a spanish accent, “What did we do wrong?”  The barrels of a thousand pistols, though, seemed to be speaking a different yet completely understandable language.  Hands up might have been a better choice.  

I got out of the car next.  As a 135 pound 15-year-old kid, I do not believe that I cut a particularly threatening figure.  But with my mass of curly hair, I was probably not clean-cut enough to completely pass muster in this Texas town.  I recall as I got out of the car that there was one gun in particular that seemed to be pointed right at me– its aperture taking the measure of me.  If you asked me to describe the man behind the gun, I could not do it.  All I saw was a gun pointed in my direction.  And when I think back on that night, that is the first image I see.

Next, my cousin, a lovely, though pudgy girl emerged from the vehicle.  I vaguely remember telling my mother and sister to get out of the car.  As mom stepped out, shoes in hand, with my 11-year-old sister in tow, the officers had an OSM (“Oh S**t!” Moment), now realizing they had almost taken out a family of innocents visiting from New Jersey. 

“Holster up, boys.  There’ll be no killin’ tonight”– we survived a near Texas mass-a-cree.

Do I hate Texas?  Hell no.  Why?  Well, aside from the fact that we were permitted to live, this was also the Summer of my first real kiss courtesy of  the red-headed Texas lass that one of my other cousins fixed me up with.  Turns out her specialty was the flip side of the Texas constabulary welcome we had received just a few days earlier– she was the first to introduce me to the infinite pleasures of the French Kiss in the back seat of my cuz’s family car.  Who knew they parlayed the Fraan-say in Texas?  How could I possibly be anti-Texas after that?   

What, you may ask, do these recollections have to do with wine or food?  Wait for it, cuz here it comes…  In what is definitely a bit of a stretch, tonight’s wine, a little red-headed French number reminds me of that girl.  Don’t ask how this happened– it just did.  And when it does, you go with it.

Château Clément Saint Jean Medoc 2009 ($14).  Concentrated, as befits a very good vintage, but not over-extracted this nice little wine is another Cru Bourgeois from the 2009 vintage,  with sweet spice and a tinge of earth and gravel on the nose.  It’s filled out with stoney red fruit, red cherry lip gloss and cedar notes.  Tame and well structured tannins leave me licking my glass.  Where did she go?  What was her name?  Rated **1/2

I have reviewed this wine before, giving it what at the time I thought was an admittedly generous *** rating.   Is a little bottle variation at play here?  Perhaps.  Could it be  palate variation?  Maybe.  Most likely, it was just my state of mind then and now.  But this is consistent enough that I would still not turn up my nose to it at any time and you shouldn’t either.  That’s part of the magic of drinking wine– how you feel about it depends on what’s going on between the ears as much as what’s going on in your mouth in the moment.  I’m not making apologies for the earlier review.  But that was then and this is now.  In any event, this is worthy of further consideration (e.g. drinking, slurping, lapping and licking). 

As befits this post, and in honor of the fact that we did not become Texas Toast on that Summer night in 1975, predictably, I give you a recipe for Texas Toast– OK, it’s just really good garlic bread.  As Cookie says in the movie, City Slickers:

You ain’t gonna get any nouveau, amandine, thin crust, bottled water, sautéed city food.  Food’s brown, hot, and plenty of it.

Texas Toast

Recipe courtesy Bobby Flay and the Food Network

While I don’t hate Texas, I have a respectful, and quite rational, fear of the place.  I have been back since then– almost getting into a road-rage-paint-swapping-fist- fight in Houston once (I was a passenger that time as well).  So when visiting the Lone Star State, here are a few simple survival rules to consider: 

1. Like they say, “Don’t mess with Texas.” 
2. But if Texas wants to mess with, pray that she will be gentle.
3. If instructed, at gunpoint, to put your hands up– do so.
4. Always, “Remember the Alamo!”
5. Drive yourself, but take it slowly over some of those dangerous curves, regardless of the form they may take.  Giddy-up!

The little guy in the photo at the top of this page doesn’t have a guilty bone in his body.  Neither should you.  No-Guilt Wednesday (NGW) is not about compromising on quality.  It’s all about drinking good wine that does not break the bank ($15 or less), eating good food and of course, it’s about sharing with the ones you love.

One of the things that I have promised myself is to be more open to Alsatian and German wines this year.  I’m not a resolution making kind of guy, but if I were, this is a resolution that I could live with. 

We enjoyed this with a grilled swordfish dish from fellow blogger, Razel Rull-Navarro of Food Safari (http://rgrull.wordpress.com/2012/03/09/grilled-swordfish-steaks-with-baked-chantenay-carrots/)

Do yourself a favor and make the swordfish.  Also make the carrots that she recommends with it.  I tossed and roasted the carrots with some fingerling potatoes and served it all on a luxurious bed of Stir-Fried Bok Choy.  Anyway, check out Razel’s blog.  Simple, delicious cuisine.  You go, Girl! 

As always– get the freshest fish possible.  This is not the place to skimp.  On my first pass though the Supermercado, I spotted some, but it looked like it might be a little too dry.  I asked if it was fresh.  Of course came back the answer– came in this morning!  Great, I thought and then asked her if I could smell the sucker.  I know this sounds obnoxious, but the fish counter server may lie to me, but my nose does not.  If it smells like fish, walk away.  I passed the swordfish back to her and strolled away.  To quote a Malaysian friend of mine, “In God We Trust, In Man We Check.”

Still, I was having a swordfish craving and off to the pricey fish monger I went.  For $20 a pound, I had secured the evening’s main course.  It smelled of the ocean and I watched as they cut a beautiful 2 pound steak for me.  Not cheap– but well worth it.  It’s a good thing I saved some money on the wine.

Trimbach Riesling 2008 ($12).  Today’s wine from Alsace, will not be to everyone’s liking.  In fact, I was not so sure its style was to my liking– at least initially.  And yet, it grew on me with each passing sip.  Bone dry.  As it warmed, it softened and as a  food wine, with acidity aplenty, it played well against the grilled swordfish that found its way onto my dinner plate.  It also sang a beautiful duet on another night with some grilled salmon.  I just kept going back to the bottle for more sips.  Rated **1/2

Stir-Fried Bok Choy

Ingredients

• 1 lb. Bok Choy wash and cut into coarse pieces
• 2 Tbsps. Peanut Oil

For Sauce:

• 2 Tbsps. Soy Sauce
• 1 Tbsp. Nam Pla (Fish Sauce)
• 2 Tbsps. Mirin (sweetened sake)
• 2 Tbsps Rice Vinegar
• 1 Tsp. Garlic Chili Paste

Procedure

1. Combine all sauce ingredients in a non-reactive bowl (glass or ceramic is preferable).  Taste for flavor and adjust seasonings to your personal liking.
2. Heat up a wok and add peanut oil and just as it starts to smoke, add Bok Choy and stir fry for 3 to 5 minutes 
3. Add enough of the sauce to flavor the cooked Bok Choy being careful not to drown it. 
4. Cook off some of the liquid and taste Bok Choy for flavor. 
5. Plate and serve with the Food Safari Swordfish

© Sybarite Sauvage

The little guy in the photo at the top of this page doesn’t have a guilty bone in his body.  Neither should you.  No-Guilt Wednesday (NGW) is not about compromising on quality.  It’s all about drinking good wine that does not break the bank ($15 or less), eating good food and of course, it’s about sharing with the ones you love.

A couple of weeks ago, I heard from an old friend that I see about 3 or 4 times a year.  When Ms. R and I get together with him and his wife, there is usually too much wine.  Usually it’s him and me doing most of the damage.  Of course, at the beginning of the evening, there is no such thing as “too much”.  At the end of the evening, there is no such thing– even as we commit acts outside of the established limits of stupidity.  One more bottle?  SURE!  During our last drinkathon, we popped open a bottle of this week’s NGW wine.  He paid over $20 for this– at least that’s what he said, though when I quizzed him about that he said all that he remembered from that night was that he went to bed and awoke in a Spitzerian state of inebriation wearing only his socks the following morning. (For the benefit of our non-New York readers– Eliot Spitzer, former governor of New York State, apparently did not remove his socks during his liaisons with prostitutes). 

$20+ is a fair price for this wine.  Guess what I think about it at $15?  Sometimes, you just have to shop around for the good stuff.  And, for the record, I’m not thinking about a Spitzerian shopping spree.  Eliot, Eliot, Eliot– you’re no Berlusconi. It’s uncanny, but once caught with their hands in the cookie jar (“She said her name was Cookie”), it looks like both of these politicos went to the same source for contrition coaching.  How else to explain that funny expression, almost like a cat that is trying to keep down that bird it just swallowed. 

Burlusconi and Ruby

Spitzer and Spouse

But we have gone far afield from this NGW post.  Fun though that detour may have been, we now return to our regularly scheduled programming.  And with Silvio Burlusconi as our inspiration, we turn to an Italian wine, a classic Italian pasta and if you execute these first two properly a private little Bunga-Bunga party.

Allegrini Palazzo della Torre 2008 ($15).  A blend of Corvina and Rondinella with some Sangiovese thrown in for good measure.  A whiff of cherry pie.  Is that a touch of plum, too?  Nah, that’s just the little voice in my head, or is that an imaginary friend?  Savory red fruit notes mixed with sumptuous ripe blackberry.  Supple tannins and just enough acidity to say this is just a beautifully balanced wine.  Is that my imaginary friend speaking again?  Perhaps.  Here’s what I say– find this and you will not be disappointed.  I’m not imagining that.  Rated **1/2

It’s been a while since I posted a recipe.  Today, we get back to that.  This is a traditional Roman dish that could only have been born in a place like Rome.  Imagine Marco Polo returning from the Orient with this strange new spice, pepper.  Imagine a local chef getting his hands on this new stuff and combining it with the traditional ingredients found in Rome– Pecorino, butter, and spaghetti.  Imagine we call this Cacio e Pepe (literally Cheese and Pepper).  I’m making this history up as I go along, but it’s plausible, no?

Plausible?  Perhaps, but actually, no.  Marco Polo was born in the 13th Century whereas it seems pepper has been around Rome since at least as early as 40 B.C.  Around 77 C.E. Pliny the Elder (I have always wanted to quote him) complained: 

It is quite surprising that the use of pepper has come so much into fashion, seeing that in other substances which we use, it is sometimes their sweetness, and sometimes their appearance that has attracted our notice; whereas, pepper has nothing in it that can plead as a recommendation to either fruit or berry, its only desirable quality being a certain pungency; and yet it is for this that we import it all the way from India! Who was the first to make trial of it as an article of food? and who, I wonder, was the man that was not content to prepare himself by hunger only for the satisfying of a greedy appetite?  Both pepper and ginger grow wild in their respective countries, and yet here we buy them by weight—just as if they were so much gold or silver.[The Natural History, 12:14]

No Cacio e Pepe for Pliny!

Romans have been eating this stuff since forever and there are probably hundreds or thousands of variations of this dish.  But I enjoyed it so well, I couldn’t resist posting it up here.  The ingredients are the definition of simplicity and elegance.  Oh yeah, one more thing, skip the bread and butter unless you’re wanting to have people stare at your arse for all the wrong reasons.  

Cacio e Pepe

Preparation

Ahead of time: Prepare the Parmesan Bowls.  Place 1/3 cup of grated Parmesano to a hot nonstick pan and cook till it bubbles.  Remove from heat and when cool enough to handle peel from the nonstick pan and drape over the outside of a bowl used as a mold to create a an edible parmesan bowl.  This can also be done ahead of time.  Makes 6 bowls.

1. Bring 6 quarts water to a boil.  Season with salt; add pasta and cook, stirring occasionally, until firm but not quite al dente. Drain, reserving 2-3 cups pasta cooking water.
2. Melt the butter in a large heavy skillet over medium heat. Add pepper and cook, swirling pan, until toasted, about 1 minute. 
3. Add 1 1/2 cups reserved pasta water to skillet and bring to a simmer. 
4. Reduce heat to low and add Pecorino Romano and pasta, stirring and tossing with tongs until melted.
5. Add more pasta water if sauce seems dry.
6. Transfer pasta to Parmesano bowls, sprinkle with some more Pecorino and serve.

Serves 4-6

© Sybarite Sauvage

Unlike the other two guys pictured on this page, the little guy in the photo at the top of this page doesn’t have a guilty bone in his body.  Neither should you.  No-Guilt Wednesday (NGW) is not about compromising on quality.  It’s all about drinking good wine that does not break the bank ($15 or less), eating good food and of course, it’s about sharing with the ones you love.

This little guy doesn’t have a guilty bone in his body.  Neither should you.  Here is this week’s $15 or less offering. 

No-Guilt Wednesday (NGW) is not about compromising on quality.  It’s all about drinking good wine that does not break the bank, eating good food and of course, it’s about sharing with the ones you love. 

This is a neat little wine that goes down with tapas as well as Chinese food.  Several nights ago, we had a lovely white produced by Kathy Corison and marketed as Corazón Anderson Valley Gewürztraminer.   That was a lovely $30 bottle of wine.  But I would happily put today’s choice up against that.

We had this wine at a dinner hosted by some Spanish friends and in addition to have a grand time of it, also had two noteworthy, value driven, Spanish reds from Priorato.  Check them out.

Alvarez de Toledo Godello Bierzo 2010 ($8).  This is a category killer.  The category?  Inexpensive white wine.  Inexpensive, but not cheap.  Extreme drinkability in every glass.  Soft apple fruit on the nose.  Surprising viscosity in the mouth. A slight mineral edge as well.   Gentle acidity caresses the fruit, balancing the total package.  I was greatly impressed by this on first tasting and a little less on the second.  Overall, though, at this price, it’s almost impossible to touch this quality– I guaranty that we have all paid more for (and gotten less than) what you will find in this bottle.   Rated **1/2

This little guy doesn’t have a guilty bone in his body.  Neither should you.  Here is this week’s $15 or less offering. 

No-Guilt Wednesday (NGW) is not about compromising on quality.  It’s all about drinking good wine that does not break the bank, eating good food and of course, it’s about sharing with the ones you love.

Chateau Fuisse Julienas Domaine de la Conseillere 2009 ($15).  From producer J.J. Vincent, this has juicy red fruit bordering on tartness.  Emergent sage and lavender notes give us a nicely rounded experience.  But we really don’t need to think too hard about this one.  Just pop the cork and make-believe you’re sitting in a Parisian cafe with your best girl or one of your bro-chachos.  An easy drinking Beaujolais, serve slightly chilled.  Rated **

This little guy doesn’t have a guilty bone in his body.  Neither should you.  Here is this week’s $15 or less offering. 

No-Guilt Wednesday (NGW) is not about compromising on quality.  It’s all about drinking good wine that does not break the bank, eating good food and of course, it’s about sharing with the ones you love. 

Today’s choice is a wine that I seek out simply because it has consistently delivered value from Bordeaux.  Normally, varying vintages of this wine are available for anywhere from $18-$21.  The current vintage of this was offered to me at $20+ per bottle.  I was about to put in my order.  But then I decided to check the internet and lo and behold, I was able to score a case of this at $14 prior to shipping.  With shipping the cost per bottle rose to $16.70.   But we don’t count shipping charges, do we?  

The Beaulieu estate, which is owned by Guillaume de Tastes, comprises 25 acres of vineyards in the Entre-de-Mer.  The use of new oak and green harvesting  (to increase concentration and lower yields), are among the reasons to like this wine.  In addition, the involvement of, well-known wine consultant, Stephane Derenoncourt in the process ups the ante further.  Back in 2004, Derenoncourt, told Jancis Robinson that he wanted to  

“…make wines to last…  wines with a certain lightness but very good balance and very good extraction. There is a big difference between concentration and power…  That’s why wine is so great. It’s not just a drink but after time it becomes an expression of place and vintage and no longer, for instance, a Derenoncourt wine.”  Derenoncourt – the new Michel Rolland?  7 May 2004

I found this quote somewhat amusing given that I discovered it after I wrote the review that follows:

Beaulieu Comte de Tastes 2009 ($14).  Sensual aromas rose from my glass.  All soft, dark fruit and chocolate on the palate, this opened with an almost fennel-cherry pie character on the nose.  With a healthy concentration, this producer delivers another nicely balanced Bordeaux at a reasonable price again.  Given the softness of the tannins, this is drinkable now, yes, but so much better for the bottles that I can marshal the patience to wait 3-5+ years.  A Bordeaux Superieur comprised of 60% Merlot, 30% Cabernet Sauvignon, and 10% Cabernet Franc.  Rated **1/2