Friday, January 10, 2014

Rich on Wine


The region in Switzerland where I lived my first days of consciousness is not known for its wines. As a matter of fact, other than a few grapes that are lovingly grown in privet arbors and on back porches on the sunny side of the house, there are no grapes. But as I continued to become aware of my wider surroundings, I was gradually introduced into the wide variety of wines produced from a number of generic grapes. There are, of course, the main regions in the French-speaking part of Switzerland, those vast vineyards along the slopes on the north shore of the Lake of Geneva, then the Valais, where the Fandant is coming from and nobody in Switzerland would think of making a pot of Fondue without that specific wine. Then there are the vineyards on the eastern slopes of the Jura over the shores of the lakes of Neuchatel and and Bienne. And then not least of all there on the southern slopes of the Alps, the Tessin. But there are also small varietals not recorded on the big maps, like Maienfeld in the eastern part of Switzerland, on the upper Rhine, just north of where the craggy slopes of the Alps rise up. There are only small vineyards there, but oh what delectable drops are produced here. 

Once I read a report on the international Wine exhibition in Boston. The reporters were cruising the exhibits and stopped also at a table where a Swiss delegation had set up their samples. After tasting, one reporter remarked on the excellence of the samples and asked the attendants of the stand why these wines were not available on the American market. Answered the Swiss with a wry smile, "That's because we like to drink them ourselves."

Thus, we had enough to chose from to cover any occasion, but for really festive meals we would branch out to the French wines, and often we had wines from the Alsace and from the Mosel and the Rhine where it flows from Switzerland along the western hills of the Schwarzwald, and if we visited a country we always would stick to the regional wines, bringing home more fond memories and a strengthened knowledge that there is no end to the variety one can find in wines. By leaving out those major wines from Italy, Spain, Southern France, South Eastern France, etc. I do not want to indicate that they were of no importance to us, or that we did not like them. It is simply that this article is not meant to discuss all wines in the world. If you would like an impression of what that task would be like, go look at the list of wines posted by Wikipedia. I simply want to lay the ground work: describing a wine as having tastes of red raspberries, or peach, or apple means nothing, really. Wine is made of grapes, unless it is an apple wine, etc.


Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Vermont As Brenda Next Door Saw It


The picture? Oh, that is Vermont as Brenda next door saw it when she went out to the mailbox.

Thursday, January 2, 2014

How to Cook Tender and Juicy Pork Chops in the Oven

This link comes to you after I tried the technique: it works! It delivered a pork chop that literally had the juices drip out of the corners of my mouth. And the other wonderful part is, it puts the end product on the table in just minutes (after some passive prep time).

Try it, but be careful with the instructions you get through the link. The searing of the chop on my stove resulted in a little-bit charred look. The side that was on the pan during the oven cycle is the one you see.


The oven cycle itself, which should take '6 to 10 minutes' is questionable. Luckily, I had my digital thermometer in the chop and saved it from certain cremation just in time: 143 degrees after just a little after four minutes. How much more juicy and tender would it have been if I had been there just one minute earlier?

Of course I wanted to have a juicy chop first of all. But the taste is difficult to praise enough. Intending to smoke them, I rubbed them with the Nahunta rub and let them sit under cover in the fridge for some five or six hours. Passing the time with all sorts of things, I also checked the weather forecast and found it not very inviting to sit out there by the smoker for a long time, so I changed course and came up with this promising link. I brined the whole packet of rubbed chops (3 of them, 1-1/4 inches thick, average weight just about 1/2 lbs, bone in) in a concoction of 2 cups apple cider and 2 cups water with a hand full of mashed and chopped garlic cloves. They sat in that brine overnight in the fridge. I took them out this morning and patted them dry and put them back in the fridge as an experiment: I wanted to see if there was enough sweet in that brine to give me a pellicle as I had gotten it with the salmon, yesterday. It did not. So, I followed instructions: rubbed my chosen chop with olive oil and sprinkled fresh ground pepper and salt on both sides, patted each side lovingly before turning and then went into the cooking procedure as described.

The Kraut came out of the can and needs no further comment. I zapped it in the microwave and it was hot and yummy in just two minutes. The slice of pineapple came form the earlier plan to smoke the chops. It is amazing how this fruit pairs with pork!

Recalling the creation of my dinner in this way made me hungry again. I think I go and fix me another one.

PS I put two chicken thighs in the same brine. Tomorrow is supposed to be a friendlier day and perhaps I get back out to the smoker with them . . .