Category Archives: food and drink

an idea worth supporting: an innovative, well-designed, and community-sourced Food Atlas

New to me: the current project being undertaken by “guerrilla cartographers” to create a food atlas. I love the premise, I love the process, and I know I’ll like the product. Go mappers!

another reason to pay attention in your statistics classes

Media Oversimplifies New Study Linking Alcohol and Breast Cancer.  Cabernet may be the smoking gun, but it may not. Is there anything the media doesn’t over-simplify?  Isn’t that what we pay them to do?

Can the human body’s reactions to what it ingests and what it’s exposed to over its lifetime be linked to its responses with any certainty?  You could spend a bunch of time looking up diseases that you or your neighbor might possibly one day contract, or you could rely on statistics to tell you what’s more likely.  Know what I love about this graphic from the National Safety Council?  That “Total, Any Cause” is still 1 in 1.  Hah, I knew it!  Pass the cabernet.

Like my friend Phil always quotes, “If the brain were so simple that we could understand it, we would be so simple we couldn’t. ”  Emerson Pugh.

French Wine map, ala Underground style

A “Metro Wine Map of France” done by David Gissen. Nicely designed and reminds me that I’d rather be there than here.

from Edible Geography.

dinner at the Wine Cask

Two phenomenal meals at the Wine Cask in Santa Barbara last night.  Braised short ribs with whipped yams and a melt-in-your-mouth sauce whose descriptive name included “marshmallowy” but definitely didn’t really have any whipped corn syrup in it.  And a cassoulet in three parts.   Coupled with a Happy Canyon Vineyard 2008 Piocho.  Lovely.  Thanks for the recommendation, Mike.

the meat man

Chris’s brother, Alex Sinton, is visiting for a week. Tonight he and Chris are cooking LOTS of beef on the parilla. Alex is in his element.

Argentina 2, Day 60

Our stay here is winding down and we’re doing those things we’ve been meaning to do for a while. Like ordering a lasagna from the homemade pasta place down the street. Over 60% of Argentines have Italian heritage (immigration to here was huge in the 1800s and through/after World War II), and Italian food (pastas, pizzas) are second only to BEEF in consumption.

 

So there are a lot of homemade pasta places. My favorite (so far) are sorrentinos (round and tall raviolis) filled with riccota, ham and walnuts. Mmmmmm. We’d been curious about lasagna, which was on the list but never on the shelf. Took us a little while to figure out that you have to give them 24 hrs notice (1st visit) and that you have to bring your own pan (2nd visit). So by visit #3 we finally ordered: one lasagna, with meat and vegetables. Visions of ooey, gooey mozzarella. Mmmmmm. We picked it up with much anticipation, especially considering it weighed 3.15 kilos (almost 7 pounds!) and, at 18 pesos/kilo, was a whopping 56 pesos (over $18 dollars!).

 

Reviews: Thumbs down. From a sample of one, we conclude that Argentine lasagna is lousy. It had no tomato sauce and no mozzarella cheese. The pasta layers themselves were wonderful (delicate, tender, numerous), but it was too much of a bland green/white filling (spinach, chard, ricotta), and a little bit of ground beef and ham, and none of the red/melty filling. Disappointment. The next day (it took us 3 days to finish the behemoth) we doctored it up with our own tomatoes and cheese. Vast improvement.

 

From now on I’ll stick with the sorrentinos. Mmmmmm.

 

 

our private wine lunch



After Achaval-Ferrer, we drove 80 km further south to a small house on a dirt road outside of the tiny town of La Consulta. Good thing we had a map. Our destination was the home of Facundo Suárez Lastra. My friend Jorge Rosales (the reporter/editor for La Nación) had given me Facundo’s contact info (after first checking with Facundo) when he’d heard that we were heading to Mendoza. Jorge had probably told me other details about Facundo too, but somehow they’d gotten lost in translation and all I could remember was that this guy was someone who lived in Mendoza and knew something about wine. A friend of a friend, I thought.

On our first night in Mendoza, Facundo met us around 10 pm at the restaurant where we were having dinner, we talked about wine a bit, and then made plans for a lunch at his house on Tuesday. Not an out-of-the-ordinary experience in Argentina. People are incredibly gracious here and will make you feel like you’ve known them for years.
When we finally arrived at his place (WAY out in the countryside), I felt like I was walking into a photo shoot for a Food & Wine article. Table set out on the lawn, grilling meats on the parilla, bottles of (his own) wine open and breathing. Over the course of lunch we learned that he had only been making wine for 8 or so years, that the land all around had been in his family for generations, that the malbec grapes all around were also the ones that Achaval-Ferrer (and many other places) used to make their prize winning wines. He sells 95% of his grapes to places like that and with his remaining 5% makes about 10,000 bottles/year under the name of Finca Suárez. All malbec, mostly in oak barrels.

After Facundo’s father died 10 years ago or so, the family land was divided among the children. Facundo’s own share was not even planted with vines then, it was just undeveloped land. The other siblings’ shares either had vines already or were fruit orchards (pears, apples). He said he’d been too busy “with work in Buenos Aires” to care which piece of land would be his. About 8 years ago he planted vines and began to make wine as a hobby; he was delighted with the term “gentleman farmer” when we suggested it. Over coffee he told us how all the older vines had been planted by his grandfather in the early 20th century, after he’d studied oenology in Europe. Somehow we got the sense that his grandfather had been important in the Argentine wine industry.

After lunch he drove us around in his pickup truck and showed us all his vineyards, then we went to the place where his wines are bottled and did a quick tasting in the “laboratorio” where blends are mixed. Very, very cool. And very good. With hugs and cheek kisses he then rushed back to Mendoza, as did we. Implicit in the afternoon was the discussion about whether Kevin’s company might want to import Facundo’s wines, which aren’t currently exported, and Kevin was sent off with several bottles to share/taste with his partners back in the US and promises for quick follow-up.
Altogether it was a delightful afternoon and one that we will remember always.
Ok, so what did I learn since then? When I got back I googled Facundo to see if I could figure out his grandfather’s connection to the Argentine wine industry, and perhaps why Jorge Rosales had once interviewed Facundo. Imagine my surprised amusement to learn that Facundo is a lawyer-politician with the Radical Civic Union party and was the mayor of Buenos Aires in the late 1980s. Prior to that he was the Secretary of the Interior (of the country) and the Secretary of Justice and Security in the capital city. Lots of newspaper articles where he’s quoted (including the NY Times and Washington Post) but hard to follow the story lines.

Politics certainly run in the Suarez family. Facundo’s father, also named Facundo, was Secretary of the Intelligence and Ambassador to Mexico, among other things. His uncle was Minister of Defense in the 1960s. And the grandfather who started it all? Minister of Public Works for the province of Mendoza, but also someone who spent years studying oenology in Europe, wrote numerous books and articles on the subject of Argentine wines, and was VP of the Society of Vitivinicultures of Mendoza. This last bit of family history comes from an article that was giving a very favorable review of one of Facundo’s wines. One that my brother Kevin may begin to import to the States.

Life is full of unexpected events!