Archive for January, 2009

Taste a Little Love of Summer

Saturday, January 31st, 2009

“Taste a little love of summer
Taste a little love of summer
Grandma put it all, in jars.”

This is a line from singer/songwriter Greg Brown’s song Canned Goods.  The song is a beautifully composed memory about the singer’s childhood, his family, acting like a child, and all the while in the background, there are lyrics about food, the cellar, supper, and home-made preserves.
I feel especially connected to the song because there are similarities with my childhood.  One of my favorite memories is of canning tomato sauce with my parents.  Late last summer, I was lucky enough to relive that memory with my family over at Tabla.

The Tomatoes

We were able to secure over 300lb of Heirloom tomatoes from our farmer/friend Jason of Red Truck Farms.  I was at the restaurant the day before our canning was to begin, and helped Jason walk 10 or 12 large yellow crates, neatly layered with beautiful tomatoes, into our private dining room for overnight storage.  I remember how happy he was to both get rid of so many tomatoes in one fell swoop, but also to see what we were going to do with them; our plan to preserve the fruits of his labor.

The Mill

Going back to that child memory, or memories as it were, (as a family, we canned tomatoes every year that I can remember before I went off to high school) the most important tool in the process was not the pot that we simmered the sauce in, nor the basil and pinch of salt that we used to season each individual jar, or even the jars themselves.  The standing crank food mill, made out of steel and a few small plastic parts, was always present in our canning process.  I was able to have my mom send it to me, and after a bit of repair, it was ready for 300lb of Heirlooms at Tabla.

The Method

This all happened on a Monday, when Tabla is closed, so we were able to get almost everyone there.  Kyle and Lia, Libby and Michael, even Adam all came and went right to work.  Synaca and I set everything up, and the rest of the day was filled with simmering sauce, people taking turns cranking the mill, cutting tomatoes to feed the machine, and sterilizing the jars we were canning with.  Dennis from FSA had dropped off more Ball Jars than I had ever seen in one place, and we used almost all of them up.

After simmering the sauce down for a while, (heirloom tomatoes have much more water in them than plum tomatoes do, which are typically the variety used) we poured it into waiting jars, almost to the top, then finished each one with a bit of basil leaf and a pinch of sea salt.  Then in small groups we lowered them into our giant vats of boiling water until they were sealed, signaled by the telltale ‘pop’ from the lids as the air left inside the jar begins to cool and shrink.

Scattered around Tabla stand these jars of summer tomatoes. They will soon be used up and gone, for we have finally started opening them and putting them on our menu.

Our Tuscan-Herb rubbed NY steak comes with a salad of roasted fingerling potatoes and arugula, dressed in our house-canned tomato sauce.  Come in to Tabla and taste a little love of summer, the staff put it all in jars.

-Anthony, dedicated to my awesome wife, Kathleen, who first played the song for me

A quick note on Tuscany’s red headed step child

Thursday, January 29th, 2009

Since we’re still in Tuscany for our menu this month ( and will be for the first week or so into February), I thought it might be pertinent to comment on a Tuscan wine.  

Now, I’m a sucker for a good, cheap, gluggable Chianti, but let’s face it : sometimes a cheap Chianti isn’t going to do it for me.  Sometimes I want something with a bit more substance.  If I’m going spend twenty-twenty-five dollars on a bottle, most often times it won’t be on a Chianti.  I want Chianti to taste fresh, beaming with raspberry and fig fruits, and a little dirty.  I don’t want to spend more that fifteen dollars for that.  That’s Chianti.  For me, Chianti is supposed to be refreshing not overly tannic and astringent.

Now at Brunello we arrive at the other end of the spectrum.  Christ, it’s one of Italy’s greatest hits, unequivocally.  Despite the Brunello scandal of last year, it still remains dear to us Americans, as it is one of the highest selling high end wines in our market.  But who in our current economic landscape can drop fifty plus (to the stratosphere, really) on a Brunello that will be rough and surly for the next five years?  Granted, there are some Brunello producers that make their wines to be consumed at a younger date, but for me, I’d rather drink Rosso di Montalcino (Uccelliera makes a brilliant one) if I want to drink Sangiovese Grosso young.  

So here’s the segway to Vino Nobile di Montepulciano.  I love Joseph Bastianich’s succinct quip about Vino Nobile and it’s relationship Chianti and Brunello : “Like most middle children, Vino Nobile strikes a balance between its more extreme siblings, and is often times more interesting because of it”.  From the vineyards surrounding the town of Montepulciano, a small hamlet south of Siena and to the east of Montelcino, Vino Nobile is made primarily Sangiovese (locally called Prugnolo Gentile), but is typically filled in with a little Canaiolo or Malvasia.  While I think it’s a bit fatuous to say that Vino Nobile is the forgotten wine of Tuscany, all I’m saying is that it’s often overlooked.  To me though, it hits all those aromatic high notes that good Chianti hits, but without the sometimes searing acidity.  It also is more often that not a little more full bodied than Chianti, but not as full bodied as Brunello. Simultaneously, Vino Nobile isn’t nearly as tannic as Brunello, and can be drunk much younger.    

The other night I had a bottle of Valdipiatta’s 2004 Vino Nobile di Montepulciano.  I’ll share my tasting notes:

1st Taste : A little closed, but presence of plummy and cherry fruit.  Smokey leather.  Tannins are a little bitey, good acid though.

First Impression: Needs food. Preferably a wild boar you just harpooned and are now roasting over an open fire.  If not plausable for your circumstances, a steak or pork loin will have to do.  Something with fat and blood.

With food (seared pork tenderloin/sauteed kale with pearl onions/roasted potatoes with thyme): Plays off the thyme extremely well.  A natural with pork.  The acid cleans the palate and the tannin cuts the fat.  Everything is less exaggerated when food in on the table.  The tannins aren’t bitter and have developed more fruit tones.  The acid is very pleasant, and all three Fruit/Acid/Tannin are all integrated nicely.    

Well, that’s my two cents on that.  Hey Anthony . . . tag, you’re it!

 

Michael

The Beginning of Something Beautiful

Tuesday, January 27th, 2009

With Pork Belly being cooked a thousand different ways, Lamb neck showing up in sauces and braises, and Beef Hearts stuffed into ravioli, I wonder if today’s eater feels threatened or challenged.  Or just plain excited to have an opportunity to taste and enjoy cuts of meat and the nasty bits of the beast that have never had the spotlight before.

A field of Marrow Bones, roasted off

A field of Marrow Bones, roasted and ready

Something like Bone Marrow, so visceral, so strong, so beefy, has long been essential in the creation of classic sauces, such as Demi-Glaze, and often a small silver spoon arrives to your table, inserted into the open bone of a veal shank, on a platter of Osso-Buco.  In an effort to take this unctuous, de-natured protein to a higher level over at Tabla, we decided to fry it.

Riffing on a classic paring of escargots and Bone Marrow, we created a dish for our Paris themed menu that includes a smooth garlic puree, Bordelaise sauce, and those little snails, along with fried Bone Marrow croquettes.  The croquette technique is something I got from José Andres’s book on spanish tapas. After roasting a hotel pan worth of 2″ marrow bones, we scoop out their luscious insides and pass the marrow though a fine strainer, creating a Bone Marrow puree. At this point, we can add this puree to anything and it will take on a bit of that Bone Marrow flavor and texture. To make the Bone Marrow croquettes, a basic Béchamel of butter, flour, and milk is built in a large sauce pan, to which a good amount of marrow is added, along with some garlic, shallot and parley. Once the Béchamel has been cooked down to the right consistency, we let the mixture cool down so that we can form the croquettes evenly and without burning ourselves.

Breading station ready to go

Breading station (pureed egg wash works wonders)

Breaded and ready for the fryer

Breaded and ready for the fryer

After being floured, egg washed, and breaded, they are ready for the deep fryer. There is something wonderful that happens when a croquette hits the oil. The outsides crisps almost instantly, then after about a minute, becomes a deep golden brown, all the while the Bone Marrow Béchamel becomes molten and creamy inside. The resulting dish is a mixture of crunchy, creamy, earthy, garlicky, with a hint of sweetness and acidity added by the Bordelaise sauce. Come in to Tabla soon to taste it!

Escargot, garlic puree, bordelaise sauce, and Bone Marrow croquettes

Escargot, garlic puree, bordelaise sauce, and Bone Marrow croquettes

And now for something different . . .

Thursday, January 22nd, 2009

I’m very much into my routine.  Each day at Tabla, I do the books from the prior night before I do anything (besides throwing on the IPOD and a little James Brown), but today was an exception . . . I’m doing this . . . and here’s why:

While walking in today, I noticed a stack of wines on a dolly on the sidewalk and Stanley, the route driver for Zancanella, waiting patiently in his truck for me to arrive.  “You know what I love about my job? I get to sit around and listen to NPR waiting around for you guys.” Sorry if I threw you under the bus there, Stan.  On Stanley’s dolly there was the shipment of a wine that I tried last week that I was just about to bring onto my list, the 2007 Conti Seroli Salis, Torre della Sirena.  A white wine made entirely from indigenous red grapes from Lombardy, Italy.  Yes, I know unabashedly, that I’m a cork dork.

I have tasted some great wines in the past two weeks that I’m excruciatingly excited about.  I’m bursting at the seams to talk about them, to anyone who will listen and then try them.  Again, as I said before, this is a barrel-fermented white wine that is made from the Rossola and Pignola grapes of the Valtellina region in northern Lombardy, at the foot hills of the Swiss Alps.  To check out photos of the vineyards, go to www.paoloboselli.com and search under producers for Conti Sertoli Salis.  There’s some amazing pics of the terraced vineyards amid beautiful mountain scapes in the background.

OK then, about the wine, though.  What is it like?  Well, nothing, really.  But it’s not weird or cerebral or any other useless description.  If you like Cal Chard, you may like this wine.  If you like Oregon Pinot Gris, you may like this wine.  I know for a fact that if you like Alsatian Riesling or Chenin from the motherland, the Loire, you WILL like this wine.  It’s very tropical.  With notes of lemon curd, pineapple, and even banana.  But it’s not silly and overly fruit forward.  Sure, it’s body is creamy as a result of the malo it goes though, but the minerality in this wine shines through all that oak.  It’s so pleasing to me that I’m going to pair it with the scallop dish on this Tuesday’s upcoming Wine Flight (Blood Oranges).

So there it is.  Look for more of these random bursts of wine rhetoric in the near future.  I know for a fact I’m going to have something to say about a new Cabernet Franc from a Samur Champigny property (I’ll keep it a mystery for now) and its importer, in the near future.  Until then, I’ll be seeing you tableside if you have questions about the list.  And now back to the books . . .

Michael