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Saturday, September 12th, 2009

The good folks at Dogfish Head decided they wanted to brew a batch of chicha, the traditional corn beer of some parts of Latin and South America.

Now, if you’ve read Tim Cahill, you probably know that part of the chicha fermentation process is for the village women to chew up the corn and spit it into the vessels the chicha ferments in. (If you haven’t read Tim Cahill, why the heck not?)

Being dedicated craft brewers, the good folks at Dogfish Head wanted to follow the process exactly. There’s just one small problem with that; you have to chew up a heck of a lot of corn to brew a reasonably sized batch of chicha.

“The 20 pounds that we were hoping for was going to go into a five-barrel batch,” Mr. Calagione said. “If we went to production, the smallest tank would be 200 barrels.” He did the math. “We’d need 40 times this much. We would have to chew 800 pounds of this.”

Clippings: August 19, 2009

Wednesday, August 19th, 2009

By way of Radley Balko, we found an interesting Slate article; wine expert Michael Broadbent is suing author Benjamin Wallace for allegedly libeling Broadbent in his book, The Billionaire’s Vinegar. I’ve read (and recommend) Wallace’s book; the Slate article gives a pretty good short summary of the whole Jefferson’s wines fraud. My opinion is that Wallace doesn’t libel Broadbent; he makes Broadbent look careless, but not criminal.

In other news, the Williamson County Attorney has decided that letting a waitress fondle your patrol rifle in the parking lot of a restaurant is not a crime. At least, not if you’re cops visiting from another county. Twin Peaks is right around the corner from work; I haven’t been there yet, but I’ve heard it described as “Hooters without the class”. (Personally, I would apply that description to Bone Daddy’s.) For once, I find myself agreeing with the Williamson County establishment; I couldn’t see what the criminal conduct was when this story first broke. Bad taste? Poor judgment? Sure. A crime? Not as long as she wasn’t pointing it at anyone or making threats.

Edited to add: Our friend James points us to a second article from MyWestTexas.com. According to this article, one of the five deputies was fired, three were suspended for three days without pay, and one was issued a letter of reprimand. Even better, this article includes a photo of the waitress and the patrol rifle.

Edited to add 2: Our great and good friend Commvault Bryan points out that The Smoking Gun is now on top of the story, complete with legal documents, a larger version of the photo, and the fascinating tidbit that the waitress uses the name “Bambi”. Seriously, “Bambi”. If I put that into a work of fiction, my editor would reject it as implausible.

Smoked strawberries?

Tuesday, August 4th, 2009

As the founder of the Society for the Preservation and Restoration of Classic Cocktails, you would think that I would welcome the resurgence of interest in cocktails, and the growth of a contemporary “cocktail culture”.
Indeed I do. I am glad to see such things as craft bitters and mixers, as well as small-batch liquors. The availability of absinthe and absinthe like substances (other than Pernod) also makes me happy.
But I’m wondering if we’ve gone too far.

For discussion purposes, I direct your attention to the July 2009 Spirit, the Southwest Airlines in-flight magazine. Starting on page 70, we have the “Spirit Guide to Spirits“, which purports to tell you what tools, mixers, and spirits you’ll need to “replicate at home what everyone drank in the ’30s, ’20s, and earlier”. The article also provides helpful recipes from five of “the best mixologists in America”. This list includes Robert Heugel of Anvil Bar and Refuge, a place I’m very interested in trying next time I’m in Houston.

But let’s take a look at the recipes. Heugel’s recipe for the “Border Storm” is probably the least complicated (a mix of dark rum and ginger beer); I think this would probably work well with a good quality commercial or craft ginger beer. Heugel’s recipe, though, calls for preparing your own ginger beer; the process he gives for this takes about three days to complete, including two days of fermentation, and yields about 48 ounces of ginger beer.

Next up, we have something called “Ninety Years of Aviation”, which “goes best with a creme de violette ‘caviar’.” What that involves is freezing a container full of canola oil, preparing a mix of creme de violette, Parfait Amour, lemon juice, and gelatin, placing that mixture into a squeeze bottle, squeezing drops into the cold canola oil to make ‘caviar’, then washing the ‘caviar’ with cold water (to get the oil off, of course). All of this is for something that’s served alongside the drink itself (which is gin, lemon juice, and maraschino liqueur, shaken over ice and strained into a cocktail glass).

After that, we have the “Ramos Gin Fizz Marshmallow”, which appears to be a basic marshmallow recipe, except for added flavors from gin, lemon and lime juice, and orange blossom water. Ever make your own marshmallows? Neither have I. Is there a point to doing marshmallows? What was wrong with the classic Ramos Gin Fizz?

Next, there’s the “Nubo Di Fumo”, which calls for smoking two strawberries “with cherry wood shavings in a stove-top smoker box”. In addition, the “Nubo Di Fumo” also calls for three slices of “oven-dried strawberries, for garnish”. We also have tequila, Galliano, agave nectar, and Banyuls vinegar. Never mind that strawberries are the most overrated of fruits; again, what are we doing here? Is there a point beyond trying to impress people enough so that they’ll pay $11 for a cocktail? (I’m just guessing; the “Nubo Di Fumo” is not on the cocktail menu at Absinthe.)

Finally, we have the “Bacon Old-Fashioned”. Ah, a classic bourbon cocktail. Only in this case, the bourbon isn’t just bourbon; it is bourbon that’s been infused. How? “…pour the (bacon) fat into a large glass jar and add the spirit, then swirl together. Cover and let the mixture sit in a cool, dry place for three days to one week, then refrigerate for 24 hours.” After which you strain off the congealed bacon fat, and you’re left with bacon flavored bourbon. I like my bacon more than the next guy, but seems to me to be an example of “Just because you can do it, doesn’t mean that you should.”

What is wrong with us? Does it take cheap gimmicks like bacon-infused bourbon and fake caviar for us to try the drinks of our fathers?