Showing posts with label wine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wine. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 08, 2008

Wine for the Unsure

One of the things I'm involved in is ChefsUSA (which does in-store cooking demos in 21 states across the country) as the account coordinator for the LFHI account.  That means I both demo in a Byerly's store twice a month and manage the scheduling of 9 other locations, as well as fielding questions from the chef "fleet" on the account.  Believe me, questions come from all over the board, and from both customers in the store as well as chefs in the program.

A recent favorite involved wine:  The questioner had gone to a local restaurant and was served a glass of chilled Pinot Noir.  The waiter claimed that the bartender was chilling all the reds because of the heat (we were having a rather hot run of it at the time).  Her question:  Is chilling red wine ok?

The fun thing about wine is you can get a dozen "experts" in a room, ask them the exact same question, and get a dozen different answers.  Some will argue the "old ways":

You always chill white, and you always serve red at room temperature...

Others will argue that we aren't interpreting the old ways properly:

What do we mean by "room temperature"?  Dining room?  Wine room (cellar)?  Bed room?  And when do we mean this, as in Medieval times a dining room was a colder, mustier place than it is today ...

Others still will argue that there is no argument:

Do what you want to wine.  Drink it the way you want to drink it, and to hell with what anyone else tells you.

Just do a little Googling and you'll come across online discussions that are just as lively, just as sectarian, and (frankly) just as ridiculous. 

Do I drink red wine only with beef and never with chicken?  What wine pairs perfectly with peanut butter?  To chill or not to chill, that is the question!

The answer, oddly enough, is yes.  Try this experiment sometime (I love food experiments, and wine experiments even more): 

  1. Get a bottle of your favorite red. 
  2. Open it and pour two glasses.
  3. Put one glass in your fridge, and leave on on the counter.
  4. Walk away for 20 minutes.  Go read this (or another) food blog, just don't touch either glass (as much as you may want to).
  5. When the time is up, taste both glasses.

What you should find is the chilled glass seems more "focused", more things happening on the tongue than in the nose.  The cooler temperature has dampened some of the aromatics but fortified the structure of the wine.  In other words, it's pretty darned tasty.  In contrast, the wine that had been sitting on the counter should have more activity going on in your nose than in your mouth, with less and less happening in the taste department the warmer the wine gets.  Interesting, yes?

If you'd like to extend your research, try the same experiment with a white whine.  In this case, the room temperature white will taste sweeter and the chilled white more savory.

In the end, what's really important is whether you like the taste.  You may find that you enjoy both tastes (chilled and not), so why not start with the wine chilled and let it warm naturally while you drink it, giving you the best of both worlds?  Try that technique some time with friends for an impromptu wine and cheese party and see how the pairings change as the wine's temperature changes.  The only true way to become an expert is to try it yourself.

And as for peanut butter?  Rosemount Estates  Diamond Label Traminer Riesling.  Unbelievable!  Check it out!

Sunday, October 01, 2006

In Retrospect: BBQ Party

I did a private BBQ for about 20 people last night. The menu included:
  • BBQ Ribs
  • Chopped Pork Sandwiches
  • Beer Can Chicken
  • Grilled Shrimp
  • Grilled Salmon
  • Cole Slaw
  • BBQ Baked Beans
  • Cornbread
(recipes will be posted ... later)

Others brought desserts (fruit pizza ... outstanding!), still others beverages. My job was the main course(s) and manning the steam tables. All in all, it was an awesome evening (I should have some pictures up soon). 6 grills ... 6 ... man, that was fun. Three for smoking, 2 for indirect grilling, one nice big 22" kettle for the chickens ... it was amazing. I won't blow my own horn ... hell I won't, I did a damn good job ... at least, that's what everyone said, and that's really all that matters: happy eaters.

If you're gonna have fun cooking for gatherings like this, you also need to accept the downside ... cleaning. So, here I am tonight, dishes are cleaned, staples packed away, and I'm finishing the night with a good bottle of wine (Jest Red ... if you like reds, this is an outstanding value) and cooking off some of the extras I didn't get to (or need to ... I always like having more ... running out is a personal paranoia of mine) prepare. Braised porn loin with mushrooms and garlic ... and a couple more beer can chickens.

As I was prepping the birds for the oven, getting them cleaned, oiled, rubbed down w/ a little seasoning (I like Mrs. Dash for this job right now), I noticed that one of the chickens had a broken leg, just above the knee joint ... and I felt a twinge of sadness when I found it. You know the kind I'm talking about: it's the feeling you get when you empathize with the physical discomfort of someone (or something) else. You hear a friend mention they got their finger slammed in a car door and you feel pain yourself. Well, there I was ... empathizing with what was about to become dinner.

Now, if any of you think I'm going to turn vegan ... forget it. I'm more curious about why I felt this ... why I actually found myself feeling sorry for the bird, even though the leg was no doubt broken long after death, sometime during the packing process. It's strange how it affected me ...

... though not enough for me not to pop them in the oven. I can smell them now ... fantastic!