Baker’s dos, don’ts, and dozens.

So we’re back from the Bay. Back with a case (plus one) of new wine gifted to us in light of our upcoming nuptials. It was quite a clever theme for a bridal shower – bring a gift, and a bottle of wine. We made out like bandits, and we certainly are lucky to have a generous family (and some generous friends). Thanks, all.

After we got back last night and we’d unpacked every last box and tin, I decided to give the 8×4 bread pan a test drive, so I broke out the lemon poppyseed quick bread mix that I had received along with the pan. And for what seems like the 4,847th time, I screwed it up.

Why? Because of this little fella:

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My Westwood oven.

Now, don’t get me wrong – I don’t hate my Westwood. It’s a compact unit, making it a good fit for our tiny apartment. It’s very old – I’m guessing this is a model from the ’50s – so it’s got some retro chic going on. It has a nice range that has been very consistent, and I love working with gas. The stovetop area is fairly small, which makes for some crowding issues when you’ve got more than two pots on the stove.  On the whole, though, the range hasn’t really let me down.

But oh, that oven. First off, it’s the kind you have to light yourself. This means that you turn the oven on beyond the “gas on” notch on the oven dial, you light a match, you put the match in front of the gas port, and the oven lights itself. Except that with our match box, lighting matches has been an increasingly difficult activity as the match box’s strike surface has grown too oxidized to use. So now it takes me 2-3 times longer to light a match, which means that there is more and more gas roaming around the bottom of the oven by the time I get the match to the port. Will I someday blow myself up when I screw up match after match, finally managing to light the 7th one and holding it irritatedly next to the port without thinking about what I’m doing? Quite possibly. Say goodbye to Hollywood.

But that’s not even the real issue. That’s the temperature control of my oven. Let me take you through a typical oven experience in my kitchen before I figured out what was happending. Let’s say I want to roast a chicken. I light the oven without killing myself, I set the temperature to 475 degrees, just like Judy Rodgers says, and I wait.

Ten minutes later: Open the oven and check my thermometer. Only 200 degrees. Close oven door.

Five minutes later: return. 250 degrees. Feels a lot hotter, though. Oy. Go catch up on my Scary Go Round.

Five minutes later: 450 degrees. Whoa, that was fast! Well, let’s throw the chicken in there.

Fifteen minutes later: Boy, that chicken is crackling loud. Check it: 600 degrees?! What the hell?!? Check the dial: 475. Wha hoppen? The chicken is looking a little angry at all this heat. Turn down to 400.

Five minutes later: check the oven. Still 600! Turn it all the way down to 200. The chicken is seriously unhappy – it looks like it’s been cooked by a pastry chef with a blowtorch for the last twenty minutes. Charred, yet raw.

Ten minutes later: Now we’re at 550, according to the thermometer. Hooray. The chicken is black on top. Internal temp: 130. I hate my life.

I don’t know if my oven is in any way representative of what ovens acted like in the Eisenhower Era, but if it is, how the hell did anyone get anything cooked properly? There’s something wrong here. I think the problem is the calibration of how much heat is produced at certain points of the dial. Between “low” and “250″ on my dial is the same temperature range that most people have set to, say, “on” to “550.” Anything above that is basically nuked. Plus the damn thing gives off so much heat, you can’t even touch the dial with your bare hand after half an hour or so. Don’t even think about touching the handle. And if you’re pulling a pan out of the oven, I’m afraid there’s a two potholder minimum. Sorry, no exceptions. Not even for you, missy.

But after many months of trial and error, error, error, I’ve finally figured out a sort-of plan for how to use the oven and not light things on fire. The secret is knowing when to turn the heat down. There’s a moment when the temperature is just about to make its jump to “blast furnace mode” where it is actually in an acceptable range, at which point you can use it if you do one of two things:

1) Wait until the oven is 50 degrees cooler on the thermometer than what you want it to be, then turn the heat down to “gas on” and put your item in. The temperature will still go up, but if you’re careful and you make a smart guess it will only go up a little bit, ensuring the safety of your food and your baking pan. Or:

2) Wait until the temperature is within 25 degrees of what you want, then open the oven door and keep it open for a good 5 minutes to let the hot air out. This stabilizes the temp enough to allow something to be cooked at a proper, even heat level. Basically, method 2 is a little more reliable and involves a little less guesswork, but it can only be done when the temperature of the apartment is sufficiently cool that keeping the oven open while it’s on is not unbearable – ie, November through March. The rest of the time, it’s back to the estimations of method 1.

For the bread I made last night, I used method 2, but I got impatient waiting for the stabilized temperature, closed the door on my bread too early, and went to reorganize the wine closet. Result? A deep dark crust, not quite black but close. The bread was good, maybe a touch on the dry side but not really a problem, but I wish that I had remembered the golden rule of my oven: Never Leave It Alone Even For A Single Second. It will ruin your day if you do. It cannot be trusted, and it will never be fixed. Ultimately this goes to the core of my problem with baking, which is that it is too much of a precise science for me. It is possible to cook with this oven, I’m sure – I just don’t quite have the fine-tuned skills to adapt to it. I always figure out a way to mess something up, and that I hate the “Here goes nothing!” moment of putting something in the oven, knowing that you cannot do a damn thing to save it at that point – only screw it up more. This is mostly my fault, I know. But the Westwood isn’t helping any.

Of course, today is the day I started my sourdough starter. How will the oven destroy this, I wonder? Will it even get the chance?

February 20, 2007. Baking, Food Talk. 1 comment.

Taking off.

We’re going up to the Bay Area this weekend, but I wanted to mention a few things before we leave, as I never know if/when I’ll get the chance to post up there.

There’s been quite a bit of talk today about the relative worth of the Zagat books, most of it stemming from the fact that a piece by SmartMoney (not available online) claimed that Zagat’s grades were inflated and that the ratings in the famous and ubiquitous Zagat guides that should serve as constants – i.e., chain restaurants like the Cheesecake Factory – in fact varied wildly according to location.

To the latter claim, I’ll offer the weak defense that two cooks, given no matter how rigorously identical a set of instructions, will invariably produce two different dishes. Put Nancy Silverton in one California Pizza Kitchen and Johnny Five in another, give them the exact same recipe, and you’ll get two different pizzas (one made with passion, the other with hilarious robot antics). I’m not saying that the variation can be entirely explained through differentiation in the kitchen, but other than wild hypotheses about sociological environment, I don’t know how much deeper you can get into that particular problem. To the former, I would say only that Zagat Los Angeles gives Enoteca Drago a 22 for food, while The Ivy gets a 23 and Panda Inn gets a 21(!). Which is another way of saying that if you really put any stock in the Zagat restaurant ratings, I’ve got a Thai joint I’d like to sell you.

Elsewhere, it seems like half my traffic comes here looking for info about Malm Cellars, so I’ll throw a bone to the lions and say that I tasted a glass of the 2005 Malm Cellars Cross Blend tonight. It was a good wine, a cab-syrah blend that was fruit-driven, yet with decent structure and medium tannins, so it might reward sitting in the cellar for a year or two. At $17, it was a decent price, although I think I would probably rather fork out the extra three bucks for a bottle of the Malm Pinot Noir. Or you could buy the 2005 Lang & Reed Cabernet Franc at about the same price, and enjoy one of the best cab francs made in the US for a good value. The Lang & Reed has a wonderful mix of chocolate and raspberries coating a core of herbs and a tiny amount of mint that keep the wine from getting too fat. A sultry, complex wine that I really like. I often feel like cab franc is what malbec wishes it could be, but maybe I just haven’t had enough good malbec yet. I’ll probably regret those words soon enough.

In other news, K&L Wines Hollywood has yet to open. What the crap! Do they think I can wait forever?

February 16, 2007. Wine Talk, Wine tastings. Leave a comment.

The Table at the French Laundry.

Not yet! But soon. (ish.)

We made reservations there a few weeks ago for the beginning of April, only two days after the wedding. We’re pumped. And why shouldn’t we be? It’s the California foodie mecca. I really don’t want to go in there with sky-high expectations, but frankly, how can I not? How many times can I read about how TFL changed the way someone thought about restaurants or service or food? How many food blog posts can I see that melt over Thomas Keller’s meticulously crafted cuisine faster than a gelee in the Mojave Desert? And this isn’t even counting my most lasting memory of TFL in the media, which was an episode of “A Cook’s Tour,” the old Anthony Bourdain show. In this particular episode, he went to The French Laundry with some friends, and was served a nicotine-infused custard as the final dish of the night. Now that is brilliance. Who can’t love that? It can’t help but affect you. So on that day in April, when I walk across the gravel driveway toward this sign:

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I’ll try to do it with an open mind. But no promises.

That’s not what I wanted to talk about, though. Because announcing that we’re going there eventually is not exciting (to you, anyway). But getting a reservation? That’s something else entirely.

To be sure, I should have done some research before trying to get a table the first time. But really, I told myself, if I start calling at 9:58 am, two minutes before the reservation office opens, two months to the day before my preferred day of dining, and keep redialing til I get through, I’ve got a good shot, right? Plus, my parents got in a few years ago, and they told me that they called in their reservation. How hard can it be? Answer: You don’t want to know the answer. I got a message until exactly 10 am, at which point I was greeted with a busy signal that would last through half an hour of frantic redialing. Half an hour! And this was for a Monday night!

I finally had to give up and go back to work. but J called around noon and got us on the waiting list…right below the entire population of Napa County, I’m sure. Oy. I don’t know how my parents called and actually got through AND got a table, but at this point I’m more inclined that they made the whole story up and actually ate candy beans from the hotel room fridge rather than believe they really did this. Lesson #1: Do not try to call in your reservation. Ever.

So what can we do? Well, we can try and bump off everyone on the waiting list in front of us, Kind Hearts and Coronets-style, but that would be 1) time consuming and 2) unlikely to be graced by the voiceover of a wry British narrator, therefore rendering it an activity with limited appeal. There is opentable.com, however. Many people online swear by its power if you are rigorous in your application of its resources. There are specific instructions to be followed if you want to do this thing correctly. If you go online at exactly midnight, when opentable switches to the next day’s reservations, and search the French Laundry’s site, you can (possibly) get a table. You can see the entire set of instructions, which everybody refers to, here.

Sounds great, right? Only one problem with this plan: that page – and the French Laundry mini-FAQ that appears on opentable – states that there are no 2-person tables listed on opentable for the restaurant. Two four-tops, and that’s it.

Ouch.

After about five seconds of anguish, we looked at each other and figured, screw it. What did we have to lose? So we stayed up (for J, who usually goes to bed around 10, this was a major accomplishment), and at exactly 11:59:57, hit Search, and whaddya know…table for 2. 9 pm. Money. And so, Lesson #2: Don’t believe what you read elsewere. You CAN get a French Laundry reservation for 2 through opentable.com.

I’ve done a little experimenting since then, and not surprisingly, it’s a total crapshoot as to how long you have before someone else snaps up the one 9 o’ clock table. It can be 5 seconds after midnight, or it can be 6 in the morning when it’s finally taken. You never know, which is why Lesson #3 is that the best, safest policy really is to do it at midnight. You have a very good shot at getting your table – for 2 or 4 – if you hit Search at exactly 12 am Pacific Time. That’s it. Good luck to you all. Hope that you make it over the wall. I will always be in front of you.

Actually, one more thing on reservations. J and I went to give blood last Saturday, and we stopped by Father’s Office to grab a late lunch/early dinner afterwards. We got there at 3, when the bar opens, and there was already a line a dozen people deep, waiting for the place to open. Amazing! We were lucky to get bar stools, never mind an actual table. On top of that, we got cursed when two people grabbed our stools as we got up to leave. Why? Because the cursers thought that they had secured our perches – one of them had made eye contact with J. What?! I’m sorry, the burgers are still amazing, but I don’t need to put up with this crap anymore. I don’t even want to think about what a scrum it would have been to try this at 9 on a Friday night.

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Reservations can be a bad thing, but they can also be pretty darn good. They may make you stay up late, but they most likely won’t get you punched in the Charlie Browns, either.

February 15, 2007. Restaurants - Bay Area. Leave a comment.

Burgundy tasting at Silverlake Wine.

J and I went to a Sunday tasting at Silverlake Wine this past weekend, and it was a lot of fun as usual. Silverlake Wine is one of our favorite haunts, and the Sunday tasting is their most ambitious tasting of the regular flights they do every week. We end up making it to about one of these per year; the time we went last year, the featured wines were small production Central Coast syrah. We ended up buying 2 of the 4 wines that day, I think, one for ourselves and one for a gift. Although at $20 per person and with wines usually north of $30 offered for tasting, the financial damage can pile up faster than you can say “Grand Cru Classe.”

This Sunday’s tasting was one I was really looking forward to because I knew the theme was Burgundy and Burgundian wines are my worst area of wine knowledge. Other than some vague ideas about pinot noir, chardonnay, and terroir, most of it is a blank slate for me. On top of that, most of these wines are so damn expensive, I can’t even buy a few to get a foot in the door to the room of knowing something. Since I can’t afford bottles, tastings are going to have to be the way I expand my Burgundy experience. Now is the time!

A quick and very rough primer for the curious on the levels of Burgundy wines:

  1. Grand Cru – I will never be able to afford these. Apparently they are good. This means very little to me, though.
  2. Premier Cru – These are also generally very expensive. Although I actually own a Premier Cru Burgundy, and it cost me less than the Village level wine I bought at this tasting. Interesting how that works.
  3. Village – From what I gather, wines produced at the Village level are given the name of that village’s best vineyard. They can be good to not-so-good.
  4. Bourgogne – This is the only stuff you will regularly see below $30, and sometimes not even then.

On this brisk day, Silverlake was pouring five wines, starting with an Adami Prosecco Brut as an aperitif. This was nice – not the best Prosecco I’ve had, not the worst. Hard to work up much feeling about it one way or the other, although I do like Prosecco and was glad to have a glass of it.

First up for the main event was the Domaine Raymond Dupont-Fahn Bourgogne Blanc 2005. As George, SLW co-owner, explained it, this wine would normally be a Village wine, designated “Meursault,” except that the owners decided to bring in some dirt to fill in a depression in the vineyard. Oops. There’s the penalty flag…let’s see what the AOC referees have to say: “Illegal enological formation. Fifteen yard penalty, remains fourth cru.” There goes your Village ranking. This was a really interesting wine, though. The nose recalled the exact scent of crusty white bread and artisanal butter. And I mean EXACTLY. It was a trip. On the palate, it offered more bread, although not as much as the nose did, along with a little minerality and some fruit notes – pear, etc. Not much of a finish on this one. A good wine. The bread on the nose was a serious trip. For $31, though – not quite enough “dough” for our dough. Oy. Sorry about that one.

Next up was the 2003 Domaine Ferret Pouilly Fuisse Les Vernays. Domaine Ferret has apparently been overseen through the years by a long line of female vignerons. Cool. This wine was showing a lot of oak – old French oak, if I can be allowed to hazard a guess – but the oakiness came through in more of a rustic, interesting manner than just bread notes. Certainly a rich wine, richer than the first; it had more of a fruit element than the Dupont-Fahn, too, and generally seemed like a more complex and complete wine. This one, unfortunately, was north of $40, and I wasn’t quite enough in love with it to pick it out, so…

The 2004 Domaine Michel Gros Bourgogne Hautes Cotes de Nuits – the domaine of one of the three siblings in the legendary Gros family of Burgundy – was third, and wow did it have a unique nose. Earth. Wet earth. Forest floor? More like a bog. A peat bog. A swamp, even. Okay, maybe not a swamp, but it was impossible not to think of some place wet, green, and mossy when you stuck your nose in the glass. Something that almost smelled like driftwood, except not as salty. Maybe this was a slightly off bottle…hard to say. (That’s the problem with tastings like this – no time to sit around and wait for the wine to evolve in the glass.) If you kept at it, you could also pick up a little chocolate in the bouquet as well. On the palate, this wine buzzed with acidity. There was fruit there; a tight core of raspberry with some cherry notes and some smoke – but this is a wine that needs a couple years at least to tone itself down before it can be properly evaluated.

The last wine of the tasting was the 2004 Jayer-Gilles Bourgogne Hautes Cotes de Nuits. Stick your nose in the glass and wow – that is terrific stuff. This is what I’ve been looking for from the nose of a Burgundian pinot – a perfect balance of earth and fruit. I’m sure there are better examples from Cotes de Nuits and other places, but this is the best I’ve tried. It’s evocative of loam and mushrooms, and at the same time is round and sweet with raspberry and cherry. On the palate, it shows some similarities to the Michel Gros in that it has a good deal of acidity, but at the same time there’s more fruit than in the Gros, making me think that this might be a better bet down the road. Cherries, chocolate, and some spice, followed by a nice finish. I felt like this wine was clearly the best of the flight, and despite the fact that it was the most expensive wine of the day…I bought a bottle.

Yeah, it was expensive – almost $50. Way more than I am usually willing to part with for any bottle. I probably spent too much, but I feel like this wine was what I was hoping to find when I went to this Burgundy tasting, and I feel like it’s only going to get better in the short term. It seems like a good food wine, and since it’s pinot it’s more flexible around a menu than, say, a Mollydooker Shiraz. I’m sure that for my Burgundy dollar, I could have spent my money in a number of different ways that would have provided more bang for my buck, but I liked this wine. So I got it.

So dipping a toe into the Burgundy waters was not too bad. Now all I need to do is find that box of money…

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UPDATE: looks like S. Irene Virbila has made the Dupont-Fahn Bourgogne blanc that we tasted here the LA Times’ Wine of the Week. No mention of the bread, though. Whatever. Did she go to the tasting? Were we possibly in the same room at the same time? Perish the thought.

February 14, 2007. Wine Talk, Wine stores, Wine tastings. Leave a comment.

Wine Blogging Wednesday #30: Wrap up.

Tim over at Winecast has posted the round up for Wine Blogging Wednesday #30, the quest for New World Syrah. The entries this time were many (50) and varied (four continents’ worth of wine), and the summary features lots of good writing on a lot of good wine, so if you haven’t already, head on over and peruse the results. Good readin’, good drinkin’. Tim (I hope) avoided a major disaster recently involving frozen pipes, fire, and his wine cellar. I’m no scientist, but I know that frozen water plus fire plus wine equals bad. For someone who probably spent less time this weekend with cellartracker than with his cellar cracker (ugh! sorry!), he did a great job getting everything up, so cheers to Winecast. Check it out.

February 13, 2007. Wine Blogging Wednesdays, Wine Talk. Leave a comment.

Good times at Lou.

Over on Vinography, you can read Alder Yarrow’s piece on what constitutes a wine bar. For the most part, I agree with his definition – you need a good wine list, you need to pour many of those wines by the glass and the taste, and you need to have a place to sit down. But what about a place like Lou – places where you can sit down, where they have several size pours for you to try for each of their available wines, and yet their list isn’t that big – maybe 30 different wines per night? The trick is that at Lou, the wines change very often, sometimes daily. While Lou doesn’t have the extensive wine menu that AOC or Bin 8945 does, it still manages to bring in 25-35 interesting wines every night, most of which can’t be easily found in stores, and that’s pretty good for me. I like a place that makes me wish I could buy a bottle of something out in the world; it makes me want to come back and try it again.

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We took our second trip to Lou about a week ago. It’s a small, dimly lit place nestled into a crowded corner strip mall on Vine in the middle of Hollywood. Peering into the spaces between the drapes covering the windows from the outside, Lou looks like it could be anything – a gothic upholstery store, a Yakuza strip joint – but once you walk inside, everything looks like it should. There’s about twenty tables in the room, a small bar, and that’s it. Nice wallpaper, a pleasant black-and-white design on the tables. As you might imagine, the space is a little cramped, but not enough to make one uncomfortable.

While we knew from our previous visit that Lou has good wine to offer, we were really surprised this time at the quality of the food they have to offer as well. We were pretty hungry when we arrived, so we decided to make a full meal from the choices on the menu. The menu isn’t really built for this, per se, since they tend to have options mainly limited to appetizers and salads, and they only offer two main courses per evening, but we figured what the hell. Unfortunately, J is not a fan of the pig candy, so my appeal for the good stuff fell on deaf ears. All was not lost, however, because we the first thing we ordered was a burrata salad with prosciutto, candied kumquats and arugula that was excellent – a great combination of salty cheese and meat, piquant and sweet kumquat, and a nicely tart vinaigrette with a bit of citrus. Man, who doesn’t love burrata? What an odd thing to be a Los Angeles specialty, but it’s on the menu of every Italian restaurant in this city, it seems. Anyway, I’m not complaining.

We followed that up with a deconstructed bistro salad, a compartmentalized dish holding chambers of marinated cauliflower, roasted beets, cheese and walnuts. And it was pretty good, too – J was particularly enamored of it.

The final dish was hanger steak with frites, and I was eager to try it because I’ve never had hanger steak before, despite how much I’d read about it and how amazing it was. Verdict? It was pretty damn good – a very flavorful cut of meat. We had ordered it medium rare, and the grill man had left just on the rare side of medium rare, but that was probably better to show off the meat. And the steak frites were very nice as well – crispy on the outside and fluffy inside, with some kind of nutmeg/cayenne spice coating on the exterior. I was really pleased with how well the food turned out here. While I think the preferred method is to sample small things off the menu to match the wine, you could very easily construct a nice dinner for two here on a regular basis. Good deal.

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The wine we tried that night was generally a success as well. I opted for a flight of reds from the corvina grape in the Veneto region of Italy. The most famous version of the corvina grape is Amarone, the heavyweight wine of northeastern Italy, but it’s also made into other wines, like the Quinciarelli’s “affordable” option, Primofiore, and it’s also used in IGT blends with various grapes. The first wine was the Venturini Amarone (there were no vintages listed on the menu, so no years for these wines), which was just the kind of wine I’ve come to expect from Amarone – that powerful combination of bitter and sweet fruit that comes from the air-drying of the grapes. I’ve loved Amarone on the few occasions I’ve been lucky enough to try it, and it was great to be able to get a glass of it and not pay an arm and a leg – which a bottle of the stuff will usually cost you. The second wine, also an Amarone, was from a maker called Beretta, and while it was pleasant enough, it didn’t have quite the supple weight of good Amarone. Maybe it just suffered in comparison to the Venturini, but it didn’t seem like it was quite all there. The last wine in the flight was a “Super Veneto” blend (named after the “Super Tuscan” IGT blends of non-DOCG grapes from Tuscany), the Giuseppe Lonardi Privilegia Veneto IGT. This was a blend of corvina and cabernet franc, and it was definitely my favorite wine of the evening. The cab franc’s herbal notes and cool fruit cut a beam right through the heaviness of the Amarone, but the Amarone’s core of fruit still held the day. It made for a terrific combination. Eric Asimov hypothesizes in his blog “The Pour” above that Primofiore contains some cab franc – is this an oft-seen blend? In any case, I was a fan.

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Other wines we tried that night included the Blanquette de Limoux “Brut” Rosier NV (pleasant), Clos des Brusquieres Chateauneuf-du-Pape (a little thin, basically unremarkable), and a Ruston Family Merlot (a very nice, meaty wine with good balance and a long finish – the clear winner of the other three). The total bill, for all food and drink, came out to less than $80, which is pretty good for all that we ended up getting. The staff was kind and accommodating, too. In short, Lou is a great little place, and I don’t think it will be too much time before we find ourselves back there.

February 13, 2007. Restaurants - LA. 1 comment.

A big freaking deal, part IV.

I just saw a piece on the Wine Spectator site today by James Suckling about the great 2001 Brunello di Montalcino Riserva wines that are just hitting stores. In his blog, Suckling calls the our era a “golden age” for Brunello. Suckling’s enthusiasm mirrors that of his coworker Bruce Sanderson, the Spec’s Burgundy critic, who has been raving about the 2005 vintage on his own blog over the last week or so – ravings that have been echoed all across Europe recently. These love letters to modern European wine follow Suckling’s (and Robert Parker’s) ecstasy over the 2005 Bordeaux vintage, and Sanderson’s backflips over 2005 German rieslings, and the emergence of surprisingly good German red wines…

Put it all together, and you have what appears to be an apotheosis of European wine culture, at least according to one of the biggest and brawniest media signposts out there. Many of the wine world’s most powerful engines are running on all cylinders all at the same time, which is a staggering achievement – if true. All the hype could be just that; I haven’t had any 2005 Bordeaux or Burgundy, and all the Brunello I’ve tried in my life you could count on one hand, so I don’t have the experience to tell you one way or the other. But the excitement in many corners is palpable, even if the only way most of us can judge that excitement is through the prices on the bottles lining the top shelves of our wine stores. Hundreds of thousands of people are really excited by the wines coming out of vineyards and into their kitchens, and for good reason. Wine is an ever-expanding phenomenon, and its growth has seen a parallel growth in global viticulture from which nearly everyone has prospered.

So how can this be a bad thing?

Well, in itself, this “golden age” is not a bad thing. The trouble comes in when people are so excited about the trajectory that modern wine is on that nobody wants to mess with anything, especially if it is connected to the same reasons that things are going so well in the first place. If the train is picking up speed, why hit the brakes? Why force changes on the world that would slow down Margeaux and Beaune and Mosel-Saar-Ruwer and Montalcino when they’re all riding one of the all-time great hot streaks?

The trick is, of course, that there’s no going back once we’ve passed on from this age into the next – the one where it’s too hot in Bordeaux to grow cabernet franc, the Gevrey Chambertin is starting to taste like it was farmed in Lodi, and Lodi itself has to ban kerosene to prevent its growers from torching their own fields for the insurance. If (when?) we get there, we’re stuck. In the world of climate change, EVERY point is the point of no return. We don’t even know how much temperatures would continue to rise if as of tomorrow, we cut all worldwide CO2 emissions to zero. But they probably would.

For the most part, however, people don’t care, because of many reasons. Global warming is complicated. There’s no real solution to it at the moment. Stopping it involves giving up some of the things people value most right now – travel autonomy, comfort, isolation. The popular support just isn’t there yet, and it’s unlikely that that wil change any time soon.

So we’ll keep making wine, and keep celebrating it, and marvelling at our luck to be alive and drinking wine at this point in history. And then one day, those wines that keep getting better and better will release a vintage that seems a little pruny, contain not quite enough acid, and we’ll think, “Huh, this wasn’t quite as good as it was a year ago.” And the next year, we won’t buy a bottle. Instead, we’ll pick up a bottle of zinfandel from Sweden we’ve been hearing good things about. And we’ll go on with our day.

And with that, I’ve pretty much said my piece on global warming, cool-climate winemaking, and all that arglebargle. But there are lots of men and women out there who are far more knowledgeable and eloquent that me on the subject, and I heartily encourage you to go out and find them. To get you started, here are some of the sources I used to gather some of the info for my posts. For starters, there’s the Los Angeles Times article I already linked to. One of the quoted scientists in the article, Gregory V. Jones, has a web site at his university that contains many of his papers on the subject of climate change as it affects vineyards and wine. At least those papers were there – currently the “Research” portion of his web page says “Under Construction.” For a discussion on how a cooler climate affects the syrah grape, check out what Nick Peay has to say here. Bruce Cass has a piece about California’s cool climate regions on his web site that’s worth check out if you need an introduction. Clos Pepe Vineyards has a good explanation of the regional characteristics of the Santa Rita Hills AVA here. There’s lots more that I’ve read and even more that you could find, but I’ll stop there. My high horse is about to pass out from exhaustion.

February 9, 2007. Global Warming, Wine Talk. Leave a comment.

Wine Blogging Wednesday #30: New World Syrah.

 My inaugural contribution to Wine Blogging Wednesday is an extension of the entries on global warming’s effect on California wine regions that I’ve posted over the last few days. You can read the first two entries here and here. For this WBW, our instructions from Tim Elliott at Winecast, this WBW’s host, were to select a New World syrah/shiraz, so I’ve picked a syrah from a cool-climate vineyard to see if there’s anything different about it from the other Santa Barbara County syrah I’ve tried, most of which have come from Santa Ynez or Santa Maria. I have a vague memory of trying a 2003 Kenneth-Crawford Syrah at a tasting about a year ago, but nothing I can recollect. Maybe that’s a bad sign, but it’s far more likely to be simply the byproduct of my misfiring brain.

 2004 Kenneth-Crawford Syrah Lafond Vineyard

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Kenneth-Crawford is a sourcing project from the duo of Kenneth Gummere, formerly of Lafond, and Mark Crawford Horvath, formerly of Babcock. It seems like there are a lot of these partnership projects in Santa Barbara these days – Brewer-Clifton, Barrel 27 (McPrice Myers and Russell From), etc. This bottle comes from the Lafond vineyard, which is in the southeast corner of the Santa Rita Hills AVA.

This wine is a dark purple-tinged ruby, not the most opaque syrah in the world but a dark and alluring color nonetheless. I threw it into a carafe (not literally, but there’s a visual) to let it breathe for a bit, but even after a few minutes it was developing a potent bouquet of tart berries, bacon fat, and something a little gamey. Very nice, and it only improved from there. After about an hour, I poured myself a glass. At first it took a moment to establish itself, but then the flavors started to come through: blackberries, graphite, a bit of herbs and spices, and a rich earthiness. The earthiness reminded me of some of the wines I’ve tried from the Languedoc, and it made me wonder for a moment if there was a touch of grenache in this wine, but no. There’s tannins here, too, that could probably use a year or two to settle down completely, and a good amount of acidity – more than I’ve tasted in most Central Coast syrahs. It’s a very structured wine in comparison to many of its Santa Ynez brethren. As time went on, the flavors began to build and coalesce, although it never felt too big, and the acidity always kept it in check. While I haven’t tasted enough California syrah to state definitively that this wine epitomizes cool-climate syrah, I feel that I could point out the characteristics that differentiate it – its structure and earth notes, mainly – relatively easily.

I bought it for about $35, making it one of the more expensive syrahs I’ve ever acquired. Considering the price and the amount of time I think this wine needs before it really starts hitting its stride, I don’t know if I’ll seek out another bottle. (I would like to try Lafond Winery’s estate syrah, if I can find a bottle in LA.) But as my first recognized foray into Californian cool-climate syrah, this was a very nice wine, and one that went well with the lamb braised in milk and roasted root vegetables that I made that night. (This WBW probably made lamb prices at local meat markets jump a little, eh?) I look forward to trying other Santa Rita Hills wines, including those from the Melville and Sanford vineyards, and I urge you to check these wines out too, as it’s impossible to say how much longer the conditions that allowed them to thrive will be around.

February 7, 2007. Global Warming, Wine Blogging Wednesdays, Wine Talk. 2 comments.

A big freaking deal, part II.

Of course, the day after I promise all sorts of exhaustive investigation, I’m overloaded at work and have to cut my illusions of journalistic grandeur short. What can one do but blame it on the boss (anova?).

But I can still throw some information at you about the concept of cool climate wine. (I’m not trying to look like an expert here, because I’m not, but I’ll try and sound like one so that you pay attention.) For example, cool climate grapes such as pinot noir and chardonnay require long, stable growing seasons extending into October, without extreme short-term temperature variations, in order to flourish. According to studies performed in Australia and elsewhere, earlier heat spikes in the late summer can cause the fruit to cease receiving nourishment through the rachis, ending the grape’s maturation. This has several effects. When the rachis stops transmitting nourishment because of heat, the grape dehydrates slightly in the heat, producing a grape (and eventually a wine) with higher sugar levels , lower acid levels, and a sweeter, fatter taste. Additionally, the stunted period of growth precludes the grape from maturing further on the vine and gaining complex levels of flavors during the late season.

Of course, these nuances of season don’t apply just to pinot noir and chardonnay. Other grapes, including syrah, gewurztraminer, and possibly cabernet sauvignon, can benefit from similarly extended growth seasons. Whether the traits carried by cool-climate versions of these varietals are good things depends on who you talk to and what they think about how syrah or cab “should” taste. Some people feel that growing syrah or cabernet within a cool climate will lead to thin or vegetal-tasting wines. From my own experience, I have to disagree, but I wasn’t in a wine-tasting mode in the 80s, when many California winemakers attempted to pick grapes early in an effort to duplicate Bordeaux’s climate effects, which lead to some critics complaining of harsh green wines.

Growing grapes for syrah, for example, can be one of many different experiences depending entirely on where you decide to plant your vineyard. Take Santa Barbara County as an example. Within the county are two contiguous, yet vastly different AVAs: Santa Rita Hills and Santa Ynez Valley. The Santa Rita Hills AVA averages ripening  temperatures 10-15 degrees F cooler than its big-sister appellation, the Santa Ynez Valley AVA, thanks to its exposure to cool ocean breezes. This means that two syrahs that come from the two different AVAs can both be casually referred to as “Santa Barbara syrah” but in fact can experience vastly different growth conditions, to say nothing of winemaking techniques, and therefore afford vastly different tastes once sampled. A syrah bearing the name of Lafond Vineyard, Sanford Vineyard, or Melville Vineyard is likely to carry northern-Rhone style syrah typified by the characteristics of rich earth and acids in balance with fruit. A syrah coming from Vogelzang Vineyard or Larner Vineyard, however, is more likely to evoke notes of blueberries, blackberries, and other dark, sweet fruit.

Other areas that exhibit cool-climate conditions similar to Santa Rita Hills include Sonoma (Carneros, Sonoma Coast and Russian River Valley AVAs), Anderson Valley, Edna Valley, and Santa Cruz. Within each region you will find wineries and wines that produce distinctive expressions of the local growing environment, encompassing weather, terrain, and soil, that are cherished by small but passionate groups of wine geeks. There are exceptions; there are always exceptions. I don’t think most folks who are fond of Kosta Browne’s Russian River Valley and Sonoma Coast Pinot Noirs are dazzled by their subtlety or expression of terroir. But these wines are all made in areas that are in real danger due to the massive changes that could take effect due to global warming.

If the temperature of the ocean rises, for instance – a scenario predicted by many scientists who have explored global warming – the cooling ocean breezes enjoyed by most of these appellations will be rendered useless, and the vineyards that once prospered under their protection will quickly be unable to sustain the grapes that they now depend on for their continued success. Replanting for warm-weather grapes is always an option for the owners and vintners who work these plants, but does anyone really want to see that hypothetical play out? We’ve got a good thing going right now. Vineyards planted in the last 30 years are aging and developing the complexity that comes with older vines. To tear everything up and start over with cabernet or zinfandel would be to start again at square one for a lot of wineries just beginning to develop a unique style of winemaking – a distinctly unsavory outcome for those vintners, not to mention the appreciative connoisseurs who fund their efforts.

To me, the difference between appellations and climates is everything. I love that California wine can adopt such different guises while occupying vineyard space separated by perhaps half an hour’s drive in many cases – and succeed on its own terms in both regions. I don’t put an intrinsic value of one place over the other; both warm- and cool-climate area have lots to offer the eager wine drinker, and there’s no reason to spurn one entirely for the other unless you’re looking for wine to do one specific thing for you. So (if you’ll forgive the grandstanding for a moment) let’s do what we can personally to prevent global warming from getting much worse by doing things like avoiding excessive CO2 emissions and applying conscientious standards to our everyday consumer and commuter lifestyles, in order to make sure that Santa Rita Hills syrah is still around and marching to the beat of its own drummer in the 22nd century.

February 7, 2007. Global Warming, Wine Talk. Leave a comment.

A big freaking deal, part I.

A few months ago, I was at a farmers market when I saw one of the first butternut squashes of the season on a local grower’s table. Cool, I thought, butternut squash season is here. I love those oddly shaped little guys. Butternut squash makes a great risotto (as Cookingchat and Good Wine Under $20 announced recently), and it also serves as the basis for a classic bistro pasta dish, butternut squash-filled ravioli with fried sage leaves.

Excited by the possibilities, I picked one up, brought it home, and placed it on the kitchen table like a trophy. It was ready. Except for one little problem…I had forgotten how much work it was to remove the usable interior of the butternut squash from the thick, unyielding exterior. That sucker is hard to cut, and the irregularity of the shape doesn’t help either. After looking at it a moment, I decided that I didn’t have the time or energy – I forget which – to use it that night, so I left it where it was. Which is where it stayed. For days…then weeks…then months. Unused. Neglected. Until one day, I had to face up to the fact that it was gone, and was forced to throw it away. A sad reminder of my own indifference to the poor dude’s ticking biological clock.

What’s all this got to do with anything? Well, it’s all a very long way of pointing out that we all have something or other in our lives that we really should be doing something about before it becomes an unfixable problem, yet never somehow get around to before it’s too late, like my ex-friend the squash. But while the small things we neglect tend to come and go without too much of an impact, there are big problems that we all are at least a little complicit in, problems that we avoid thinking too much about because a) our part of the problem is a very, very small one and b) we alone could never solve it. Yet our avoidance, when adjoined to the avoidance of every other person in our community or our country, simply propels that problem a little further down the road – a little closer to the point of no return. What kind of problem, you ask? Well, how about a crazy little thing called global warming?

Okay, most (all?) of us can  acknowledge that global warming is a massive problem that needs fixing soon. But what is this discussion doing on a food and wine blog? The answer is, it has everything to do with what you eat and where it comes from. And if you care at all about the origin of what comes across your plate every day, that’s a big issue. I’ve been thinking about this for a little while, but the close look at the effects of global warming on the state’s wine economy that came out recently in the Los Angeles Times has me thinking about it much more often. It really is required reading if you live in California and you care about its wine.

I’m not going to spend much time talking about how global warming will affect the type, quality, and quantity of produce that we see here in southern California or anywhere else, because I don’t know enough about the geographic boundaries of what is grown where here. Suffice it to say that we’ll feel the difference in climate when we head to the farmers market each week. But I do know enough about California wine regions to recognize that many of them are in real danger of being transformed completely by a significant change in temperature – either into a place that will be forced to grow an entirely different style of wine than those currently in practice, or a place that simply cannot sustain wine-producing grapes.  And it’s some of California’s most cherished wines – its earthy, subtle Pinot Noir, its complex and rich (and unoaked, when you can find it!) Chardonnay – that are facing a real crisis, conceivably as soon as this decade. Folks, there’s no other way to put it: the biological clocks on dozens, if not hundreds, of vineyards are ticking. And a hundred tons of grapes won’t fit in our garbage cans.

Over the next few days, I want to take a look at some of the wine-growing regions in immediate danger from global warming. I want to talk about what makes cool-climate wines stand apart in this state. I want to taste an example of a cool-climate California wine to see if I can pick out what makes these wines different from their warm-weather brethren, and I want to see what other information is out there about the affect of global warming on wine. So if you’re not into the whole global warming thing, check back in on Friday for a new restaurant review. Otherwise, let’s everyone look into their cellar or on their kitchen counter, and think about whether or not what you have there would even exist if the world was 10 degrees hotter.

February 5, 2007. Global Warming, Wine Talk. 2 comments.

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