Booze of the Month! – December

week ago I was scouring my local Italian delicacy store searching for salumi, cheeses, espresso, and some quality pickled veggies. The prices are steep but I relish the chance to practice my Italian and experiment with items I’ve never used or tried. After paying and bidding the owner ‘rrivederci I caught an amber glow out of the corner of my eye. My toes were out the door but something about it made me double back to investigate…Alas! Something I’ve been searching for in vain for months, something that was once part of my daily routine but has been forgotten for years…Vin Santo.

Conceived in Antiquity, Vin Santo is a Tuscan dessert wine typically drinken after dinner or espresso as a digestivo. Tuscan grapes like sangiovese or trebbiano are spread across straw mats and allowed to dry in the sun until their flavor concentrates and the skins prune. The rest is similar to traditional wine making but the end result more closely resembles dry Sherry or Amaretto.

Harking back to the same old story, me and my Firenze roomates would end many a meal with a small glass of vin santo and some cantucci, Zak working on a digital painting, Lee doodling in a folded sketchbook, and Josh inspecting the day’s wear and tear on his 35mm as I plucked away on a borrowed acoustic. Friends and classmates would wonder in, grab a glass for themselves and join in the unspoken collaboration that became our apartment. Was it our unwavering inspiration and interest in all things creative or was it just the Vin Santo? We’ll never know, but I can inspire you to find out yourself:

Appearance: Like liquid amber, golden and deep with intense clarity (if it’s of any quality).

Aroma: There’s no mistaking this Vino has more alcohol than your average Chianti, but the aroma is far less abrasive than any hard liquor like rum or tequila. With a quick swirl your senses are overwhelmed by dried currants, sugar cane, and a musky waft that only ripened grape skins can provide.

Taste: Depending on the age, barreling, grape varieties, and region Vin Santo’s can vary from cloyingly sweet to puckeringly dry. A quality bottle will taste similar to golden raisins having been soaked in grappa or white rum, sweet but heady. It’s an acquired taste for some, my dad for example, but the richness is best cut with a biscotti or cantucci dipped along side each sip. It’s best served room temperature so you can enjoy all of the subtle flavors, cold it tastes like syrup.

Food Pairings: Visit any traditional Trattoria or Osteria in Tuscany and you’re bound to be served cantucci di Prato with your glass, but it’s birth during the Renaissance lead to it’s use in a collection of royal court recipes. It’s vinegar-esque pungency creates dishes akin to Sicily’s famed agrodolce (sweet and sour) but with a true Tuscan style. All in all it’s ideal after the meals complete and you sit lazily back with a cookie or two.

Price: I found a half-decent bottle (not DOCG) for $10 but I would try to find a DOCG certified bottle for anywhere between $15-30 dollars and drink sparingly – it’s meant to sip and dip.

Overall: If you’re interested in flavors from around the world Vin Santo is sure to excite your taste buds. It’s balance of flavor is reminiscent of all good Italian products: unforgettable yet surprisingly simple.

As the snow began to fall Sunday morning I couldn’t help but finish off the last drops of my small bottle, dipping in the remaining sesame cookies and counting the years it’s been since I last opened a bottle. Sometimes you don’t know you’ve missed something so much until it’s right in front of you, luckily this old friend is back in my life. All that creativity must have been the Vin Santo, I’m posting a day early for cripes sake!

Frutti di Mare

t’s all over! Just as soon as it started, the holiday season is gone along with the 6 hour dinners, long-awaited gifts, and family mishaps. Thus is life, but we can always recollect and relive the festivities thru the miracle of photography!

Christmas Eve is my family’s jam. Christmas is cool, roasted meats and potato croquettes, but the day before is the true feast in our house. Why? Something to do with fish and Jesus I’m sure, but my main concern is the plethora of maritime edibles strewn across the table. What started as a traditional Italian-American Christmas Eve has snowballed into a fiasco of all things fishy, and yours truly typically leads the way with strange and unheard-of recipes from the motherland.

To make things even more interesting, all of my family AND Meg’s family spend Christmas Eve together. The result: An endless spread of each family members greatest hits or new recipes. What does an oceanic extravaganza of this magnitude look like? See for yourself:

Antipasto (1st Course):

Grandma Tuorto’s Anchovy Bread and Taralli (breadsticks) made with the leftover dough.

Octopus with blood orange, olive oil, zest and oregano. A new creation of mine that was legit.

Nan’s Melanzane Sott’olio, always a hit.

Kath’s crab salad sammies and shrimp cocktail.

Aunt Kim’s cheese-stuffed figs rolled in prosciutto and mini frittate.

Dad’s stuffed clams along with a dozen or so raw buggers for us to slurp down with lemon and Vesta. Killer.

Zuppa (2nd Course) : FAIL! My Aunt Kim made She-Crab Soup that was unbelievable, so much so that I forgot to photograph it…sorry Aunt Kim.

Pasta (3rd Course): FAIL #2! My dad made his insane Clam Sauce, which I too forgot to shoot. I need a manager to pull the fork out of my mouth every 2 seconds…sorry pops.

Mains (4th Course):

Mussels in a quick brodetto of garlic, san marzanos, wine, and chiles.

Kath’s famous Shrimp Oreganata and Stuffed Calamari, a Christmas Eve staple.

Broccoli Rabe with garlic, chile, and lemon.

Kath’s Crab Cakes: FAIL! Someone get this fork away from me…

Dessert (5th Course):

Meg’s Pignoli Cookies, an early christmas gift!

Meg also whipped up her killer ginger snaps.

Kris’s Wine Cake, slap my ass and call me Judy that’s moist!

My dad’s pride and joy: Orange Ricotta Cheesecake, wouldn’t be Christmas without it.

And finally some roasted chestnuts washed down with homemade Limoncello (made by my bro’s gf, thanks Shanny Felt) and Vin Santo, a sweet Tuscan wine perfect for dunking cookies in – more on that Thursday.

So that’s at least what the table looks like at our place come Christmas time. With this much food you’ve really got to pace yourself, as well as take gaps in-between courses to help digest, otherwise it’s just too much to stand. After 5-6 hours of eating, washing dishes, playing games, eating, drinking, more games, eating, stories, jamming, and more eating we were all plump shadows of our earlier selves. One thing left to do: presents, which brings me to the title photograph. That my friends is a diorama my parents put together to shock us with a trip back to Kauai (our home away from home). Let the countdown begin – Kauai, seeya in August!

Buon Natale

appy Holidays everyone. It’s going to be a busy couple of days preparing for both Meg and I’s families coming over for Christmas Eve, so you’ll have to accept this quick post as my sole writing for the week. I’ll be back next week with a full rundown of the holiday’s feasting. Hope that fat guy in the red pajama’s brings you everything you want! Buon Natale tutti.

Book Review: Catching Fire

‘ve read some great books recently, some fiction, some non (or Fake and Not Fake as my little brother would claim), but my most recent find has left me spell bound. Richard Wrangham, a professor of Biological Anthropology at Harvard University, wrote Catching Fire last year and the book has been met with an enormous tidal wave of rave reviews.

Catching Fire: How Cooking Made Us Human is not at all about the art of cooking. Instead, this hypothesis (although his evidence leans more towards full-fledged theory) explains in great detail how the act of eating cooked foods, meat and vegetables alike, is directly responsible for the evolution of man kind.

Evolution has become something of an obsession of mine, a topic I forever thirst to study more, so you can imagine my excitement when I found this book combining food AND evolution. His hypothesis takes the reader thru everything from human genetics and skeletal structure thru social roles, the advent of controlled fire, and the earliest forms of cookery. More impressive than his explanations are the studies, experiments, and observations he sites. The wealth of information presented in this book is staggering, so much so that I found myself laughing in disbelief at the simplicity and ingenuity of the evolutionary process.

To conclude, Richard Wrangham’s Catching Fire has transformed the way I, and all those who have read the book, understand man-kind. The reason we left trees, the reason we lost our thick hair, the reason we formed male and female bonds (originally that is), the reason we generated enormous brains and complex social structures is all due to the fact that we eat COOKED food. Without it we would still be jumping from limb to limb and cracking nuts with rocks. To be human is to cook, if you don’t believe me read the book and meet me for a beer to discuss. Happy Reading!

The Verdict: Yup and Nope just won’t cut it, 5 Stars!

Brutti ma Buoni

gly but good. That doesn’t describe this ice-aged weather we’ve been having, but it does describe the kind of food necessary to warm your bones. Brutti ma buoni is actually the name of a crazy Italian dessert that’s something like a baked meringue, but the name fits just as well for this poor-mans version of the greatest soup ever: Ribollita.

Ribollita is a Tuscan staple and got me thru many a frigid afternoon in Firenze. The name reveals it’s creation: Re-boiled, meaning Mama or Nonna reboiled yesterday’s minestrone while adding in some greens, beans, water and bread to thicken. Turning leftovers into new dishes is Italian Cuisine 101, and tho the recipe below is in no-way a true ribollita it does mimic the flavors and heartiness of the Fiorentino favorite. Forza, Forza Viola Lei!

Zuppa di Cavalo Nero e Fagioli

2 Heads Cavalo Nero or Black Kale (regular kale or any other rich green will work too)

5 Cloves Garlic

3 Bay Leaves

2 Cans Cannellini Beans (rinsed)

1 Aged-Cheese Rind like a Parmigiano, Pecorino, or Grana Padano (important but not necessary)

Water, Salt, Pepper, and the best Olive Oil you can get your hands on

It may look like the skin of a Brachiosaur, but don’t be afraid of Kale. It’s delicious and incredibly good for your sweet bod. Start by rinsing your kale and then running your hand down the rib to remove the leaves. Save the ribs for stock or chop thinly and sautee before adding the rest of the ingredients.

Once the leaves are removed, chop into thin strips but don’t worry about uniformity, we’re gonna cook the hell out of everything so style points don’t really matter.

Sautee your garlic, which you should just crush rather than chop, until just lightly golden and then toss in all of your kale. It will steam and hiss, but that’s a good thing. Add a liberal pinch of salt and stir around so the kale begins to wilt. Continue to saute on high heat until all of the kale has wilted into a dark-green mass. Rinse and strain your beans and add to the pot. At the same time add the bay leaves, cheese rind, lots of black pepper, and enough water to cover the whole mix by roughly 1/2″.

Bring to a boil and then lower to a simmer. Allow the mixture to cook until it reduces by 1/3. Fish out the bay leaves, garlic if you wish, and the cheese rind if there’s anything left before serving. To serve, place into a shallow bowl and drizzle with plenty of quality olive oil and an extra twist of black pepper.

This zuppa’s like a snuggie for your tastebuds. The beans almost melt away creating a thick stock in which swims ribbons of velvetty kale laced with garlic and pepper. The cheese rind replaces the need for any animal products, surrendering it’s unctuous flavor in every spoonful. Best of all is the olive oil on top, adding a fresh and fruity kick to the mix. Tuscan olive oil, with it’s intense pepperyness, is best for this dish if you can find it.

It’s a solid bowl of soup, but if it keeps snowing like it did this weekend I’m going to need something bigger, something better, the real deal: ribollita! Keep it up Mother Nature, I’ve got enough soup recipes to bunker down until August! All I’ll need is a Brachiosaurus of my own to ride to the grocery store – can you say DinoRiders 2011?!

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