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26 Things You Never Knew About Sardines

Friday, January 20th, 2012 by Zingerman's Deli

I love sardines, and I also love the people I work with, buy from and sell to. That’s why I want to write about sardines and the people who purvey and eat them. The better I tell the story of sardines, the more likely it is that others will start loving them too. Sardines are one of my all-time favorite foods because they have everything I want in a food:

  • full of flavor
  • easy to use and easily accessible
  • a lot of obscure folklore and history
  • one of the healthiest foods I know of

Everybody knows something about these delicious little fish, but I’m confident that I’ve got plenty of new sardine info in here for you. Most people I know are always seeking out bigger and bolder flavors. Sardines fit, as they are full flavored, rich, and meaty, and can stand up to hot sauce, mustard, olives, tomatoes, garlic and most anything else you want to throw at them.

Sardines smash Stereotypes
Besides tasting so good, sardines defy social stereotypes. They appeal to almost everyone, from salt-of-the-earth workers to culinary elites. Sardines were a staple of the coastal Native American diet long before Europeans arrived on the continent. Poor Eastern European Jews ate abundant quantities of them; there are many stories of poor Jewish families honoring the Sabbath tradition of eating fish by sitting down to a Friday meal of nothing but tinned sardines and hard-boiled eggs. Here in Michigan, sardines were a staple in the lunch buckets of ironworkers who built the Mackinaw Bridge in the 1950s. Sardines have been shipped out to troops around the world for two centuries; environmentalists and lefty foodies love ‘em too. Some folks eat them right out of the can, while aficionados age them in private cellars and crack open vintage tins to celebrate special occasions.

(for more info on sardine history and culture, click here)

Great Sardines on Our Shelves
We have four superb sardine offerings on hand now and more on the way. All of these are excellent; I’ve eaten large quantities while coming up with the recipe ideas in this piece. Each has its own unique character, and I’m happy having any of them on my dinner table.

Matiz—Spanish Sardines in Olive Oil
These beautiful silver-skinned sardines come from the region of Galicia in northwest Spain. More specifically they come from the coastal town of Vilaboa, in the Río Vigo, a deep estuary near the Portuguese border that’s known for its calm waters, high level of natural diversity and great seafood. The fish are all traditional pilchards, the old European sardine variety that make for the fattest and most tender sardines. The fish are caught using seines, large fishing nets that allow fishermen to take in a school of sardines without damaging other sea dwellers. The fish are cleaned and prepped—primarily by hand—before being canned. The firm has a long list of certifications to show off including HAACP, ISO and others. They’re also environmentally conscious—the fish are caught sustainably, and even the packaging is from recycled materials. Matiz sardines have the mellowest, mildest, cleanest flavor of our offerings—if you’re making your first foray into sardines, eating Matiz might be the best place to start.

Da Morgada—Portuguese Sardines
in Extra Virgin Olive Oil

These are caught further south, off the coast of Portugal, taken in at the port of Matosinhos, near the city of Port (which most of you will know for its famous wine). Again, the fishermen use seines and (as with all our offerings) the tinned product is made only with fresh fish—the season of the Portuguese coast runs from April through November. Most of the fishermen are second-generation with the firm, so the quality of the fish is high. The sardines are packed in extra virgin olive oil, their flavor a touch bigger than that of the Matiz, while equally tender and impressively delicious.

Gonidec—Old-Style Sardines
from Brittany

These traditionally prepared sardines are packed by the Gonidec family in the old Breton port town of Concarneau. If you look at a map of the French coast and find its westernmost point sticking out into the Atlantic, Concarneau is a bit south and a touch back to the east. Gonidec, currently run by the third generation, remains true to the old methods. The fish are (again) all fresh, never frozen. As per the old Breton way, the newly landed sardines go into a bath of ice and salt water. Called “pickling,” this process firms the flesh. The fish are then laid out on racks and dried slowly in kilns. The drying is essential for the next step—frying in oil. The fish are then allowed to drain and finally packed in extra virgin olive oil before being sealed into tins. Taking into account the equipment’s modernization, this Gonidec process is essentially the same as that used by Monsieurs Appert and Colin early in the 19th century, when the first sardine canning was coming together.

Gonidec 2009—
Vintage Sardines from Brittany

Each year the Gonidec family selects the best and most beautiful of the season’s sardines and sets them aside for maturing. They’re now about two and a half years in the tin. The maturing makes the flavor more intense, the extra virgin olive oil penetrating more effectively into the flesh of the fish. Great eating for the connoisseur!

High-Class Convenience Food
Aside from tasting so great, canned sardines are an incredible convenience food. Keep a tin on hand, and you can prepare a great meal quickly. The other night I made a simple dish of pasta with sardines. It’s my downscale, last-minute version of the classic Sicilian pasta con le sarde. The traditional dish is super-delicious but calls for fresh sardines and wild fennel fronds, neither of which I had on hand. Here is how to make my version:

  • Sauté a bit of chopped fresh fennel in olive oil.
  • Add a bit of garlic as well – I recommend the sun-dried garlic we get from the Mahjoub family in Tunisia.
  • Add a handful of raisins
  • Add a bit of red pepper flakes – I recommend Marash red pepper from Turkey.
  • Cook some spaghetti (Martelli is my choice) till it just reaches al dente texture.
  • When the pasta is nearly ready, open a tin of sardines and add them to the fennel.
  • Add all the liquid in the tin—there’s a lot of flavor in the oil—and a tablespoon of pine nuts.
  • Stir gently.
  • As the sardines warm, take the pasta out of the pot and add it to the sauce. Stir for another minute or two to make sure it’s all hot and the pasta absorbs the flavor.
  • Serve it in warm bowls. Grate some bread crumbs over the top (which can be made in the moment by toasting some Bakehouse bread and running it through a hand grater).
  • Pour on a ribbon of good olive oil and lots of freshly ground black pepper.

Other Ways to Use Sardines
Sardines are definitely one of the best convenience foods we’ve got. I like that they’re always ready and waiting for those days when I forgot to shop or haven’t got the energy to get creative. Here are some recipes I’ve really enjoyed:

Sardelosalata
This is the sardine version of the classic taramosalata spread (made from carp roe). It’s easy to do:

  • mash a tin of sardines, along with a clove of peeled garlic (Les Moulins Mahjoub sundried garlic available at the Deli is perfect) or three or four chopped scallions.
  • Add two well-cooked, medium-sized potatoes, a squeeze of lemon juice and a touch of sea salt, and mash again.
  • Slowly add ¾ cup of extra virgin olive oil. Add the oil a drop or two at a time while stirring with a wooden spoon so that the oil is beaten into the sardine-potato mixture and emulsifies. It should be creamy and thick.
  • Let the spread rest in the refrigerator for two or three hours before serving. Garnish with chopped fresh dill and freshly ground black pepper. An excellent hors d’oeuvres or sandwich.

Bigoli
This is a classic simple dish of the Veneto region of Italy that makes a sauce out of an ample amount of onion, along with sardines and/or anchovies. Here is how to prepare this dish:

  • Use about half a large sweet onion per person.
  • Add a pinch of sea salt, then cook slowly in olive oil and a little water for about 20 to 30 minutes until the onions are soft and golden. They should be almost broken down into a creamy texture.
  • Cook your favorite pasta as well.
  • Bigoli recipes call for either freshly cooked sardines or salted sardines—in either case take the fish off the bone and cook it slowly into the onions.
  • Slowly cook the fish until it breaks down into the onion. When the pasta is ready, drain it and toss with the sauce. Serve with lots of freshly ground black pepper.

Author Clifford Wright says you can make do with a tin of sardines and some added anchovies, and I’ve certainly done it. It should be a good bit of fish—about a tin of sardines or anchovies per person. (You can also use anchovies and no sardines at all.)

Leslie Kish’s Sardine Spread
Leslie Kish, one of my all-time favorite customers, passed away in 2000, at age 90. At first I knew him only as a customer—he liked good cheese, good bread and sardines. Over the 15 years or so I waited on him, I discovered that he’d been born in Hungary and came here when he was 15. He fought in the Spanish Civil War and was active in the International Peace Movement for decades. He was one of the original founders of the now internationally famous Institute for Social Research in Ann Arbor. In 1947, while pretty much every pundit was predicting a Dewey landslide in the presidential election, he predicted that Harry Truman would triumph. Suffice it to say, he was not your average human being.

I knew Leslie mostly because he liked to eat good food wherever he went. Seemingly every time I saw him he’d have just returned from a trip to China or Italy or some other glamorous location where he’d received some new honor. It turned out his mother had one of the best pastry shops in New York, patronized by people like Eleanor Roosevelt, Gypsy Rose Lee, Eugene Ormandy and Fritz Kreisler, so food fascination had been part of his upbringing. When we both had time, we’d sit over coffee and discuss everything from social movements to sheep’s milk cheese. I learned this recipe from Leslie, who learned it from his mother. You can use it on sandwiches or for hors d’oeuvres.

  • 2 teaspoons fresh lemon juice
  • 1/2 teaspoon fine sea salt
  • 1 4-ounce tin sardines
  • 8 ounces of Zingerman’s Creamery cream cheese
  • 1 teaspoon finely chopped flat leaf parsley
  • 1/2 teaspoon minced onion
  • freshly ground Tellicherry black pepper, to taste

To make the spread, dissolve the salt in the lemon juice in a medium bowl and mix well. Add the sardines and mash together with the juice. Add the cream cheese and gently mix well. Add parsley and onion and mix well. Add freshly ground Tellicherry black pepper to taste. Serve with slices of toasted rye bread or crackers.

Sardines with Les Moulins Mahjoub Harissa
In Tunisia, sardines are often eaten with harissa. Here is how to make a fabulous hors d’oeuvres:

  • Pour a bit of good green olive oil on a plate.
  • Spoon on some of the Mahjoubs’ amazing harissa sauce. Open a can of sardines and lay them across the top of the harissa.
  • Grind on a bit of black pepper, sprinkle a touch of sea salt and a squeeze of lemon over the top.
  • Serve with warm Paesano bread.
  • For an extra treat, put a few pickled peppers, fresh radishes or sliced fresh turnips on the side.

For a main meal, take a bit of tomato sauce, season with harissa, capers, lemon and some sardines, and serve over freshly cooked couscous – I recommend the great couscous we buy from the Mahjoubs. Add a few slices of room temperature, barrel-aged feta, and you’ll take it up another notch still.

You can find really good sardines for any of the recipes I’ve listed – or just for eating as is – right now at the Deli. Or, come to the Roadhouse to try them grilled. The grilled sardines have a wisp of wood smoke in the flavor, which I love. Call the Deli at 734-663-DELI or the Roadhouse at 734-663-FOOD to find out what’s available today. Or better yet, stop in for a taste!

GREAT LAKES CHESHIRE – An Ann Arbor Original

Sunday, December 18th, 2011 by Zingerman's Deli

Cheshire and Zingerman’s History, Intertwined

The original Cheshire recipe dates back to the Roman Empire, and it’s been made ever since. 16th century
historian John Speed called it “the best cheese in all Europe.” Until the middle of the 20th century, Cheshire—
not cheddar—was the most popular British cheese, which is hard to believe looking at today’s cheddar-centric
cheese counters. Cheshire differs from cheddar in that it is younger, tarter, and more crumbly.

John Loomis, cheesemaker and managing partner at the Creamery, waited patiently for years to start making
this cheese again. He first brought it to Ann Arbor in the 1980s while working with his siblings to establish a
creamery here. In a bit of mostly lost-in-the-shadows Ann Arbor history, they built a small creamery half a
mile from the Deli over on Felch Street. Having grown up with family members working in what John calls “the
Farmer Jack Dairies” in Detroit, the Loomises had long hoped to make cheese here. So, John worked with Leon
Downey in Wales for a few months in 1989. Leon had left the Halle Orchestra in London to make his own
version of Cheshire, which he called Llangloffan. What John brought back to Ann Arbor was his American
adaptation of Cheshire. We used to sell a lot of it here at the Deli. But to some degree, the Loomises were
ahead of their time and, sadly, they weren’t able to make a financial success out of the business. They shut their
little dairy down back in 1993.

Having stuck with his dream through those hard personal times in the early 90s, John was engaged and inspired
by the Zingerman’s 2009 vision. In many ways, John and his commitment to making great cheese were just
what we had in mind when we wrote the vision – find someone like John who had a passion for crafting cheese
and create the opportunity to own part of a business where he could make a living off of his passion. That’s
how we came to open Zingerman’s Creamery a decade ago. We started with fresh cheeses, and in 2007, John
began the work to bring Cheshire back. The first wheels were great and, given our commitment to continuous
improvement, I had high hopes for the future. Those hopes have come true, as I’m really impressed with the
wheels coming out of our aging room lately.

Raw Dutch-Belted Cow’s Milk – the Key to the Cheshire’s Flavor

John is particularly jazzed about the Cheshire because it’s a raw milk cheese; I’d guess that when the Loomises
began making it back in ’89 it was the first raw milk cheese in Washtenaw County for probably a good fifty
or sixty years. We’ve long been focused on the fuller flavors that tend to go with raw milk cheeses. Unlike the
Creamery’s other cheeses, which are “fresh” (aged from one day to a month), the Great Lakes Cheshire is aged
for over 60 days. This is the magic mark set by the government for making cheese from raw milk.

As John likes to say, you can make bad cheese from good milk, but you can’t make good cheese from bad
milk. With that in mind, we are always looking for the best milk we can find, while also ensuring that we work
with farmers who don’t treat their animals with hormones. On that note, a recent improvement to the Cheshire
comes from making it with Dutch-Belted cow’s milk. Dutch-Belted cows are extremely rare in the U.S. (there
are slightly more than 200 herds). The milk is unique because of its high butterfat and protein content and the
way in which the butterfat globules bond to one another. The bonds are small, creating a supremely dense, rich
curd. Originating in the Alps, Dutch-Belted cows gained great popularity in Scandinavia until finally being
introduced to the U.S.

We get this milk from Andy Schneider’s dairy farm in Westphalia (northwest of Lansing). Andy takes pains to
produce milk that is significantly better than the norm. The calves drink their mother’s milk for ten months or
until the mother kicks them off the teat, and the Creamery only gets the excess that the calves can’t drink. In the
interest of economy, dairy farmers usually put the calves on formula and sell all the milk the mothers produce.
Giving calves the milk that was intended for them creates an extremely healthy herd and allows the Schneiders
to milk them for many years longer than normal. This is perfect for rich, complex cheeses that allow the natural
flavor of this milk to come through.

The Best Part – Eating It!

Great Lakes Cheshire is a classic eating cheese. Cheshire farmers have long taken it out into the fields with
them, wrapped in little more than a bit of white cloth; Welsh miners would have done the same to have
something to eat underground. Ploughman’s Lunch would be the proper British name I think.

The Great Lakes Cheshire is also excellent on a toasted cheese sandwich, which is known in Britain as Welsh
Rabbit or Rarebit. It consists of a creamy cheese sauce made with mustard, beer, and a bit of cayenne or
Worcestershire blended with some grated Cheshire, that’s then served bubbly, hot and lightly browned over
toast. If you’re curious about the name, the theory is that the Welsh were so poor that they referred to cheese
as “their rabbit” since they couldn’t afford to have actual meat very often. You can also eat the Cheshire with
a good apple or pear. For a heartier snack, serve it with good salami from the Deli or the Creamery. Or of
course, you can just grab a hunk of the Great Lakes Cheshire from the Deli or the Creamery and eat it like it is.
It’s a darned good cheese and a cool piece of history to bring back ‘round—raw milk and really good to eat.

Ari’s Annual Treasure Hunt Across Zingerman’s Community of Business

Friday, November 18th, 2011 by Zingerman's Deli

It’s become a tradition now that each autumn I put together a list of my favorite foods of the year. Of course, it’s next to impossible for me to nail the list—there are so many great things to talk about (and eat!) around here that no matter what I write about, it’s inevitable that within a week of this piece going to print I’ll think of at least five more that I forgot. What follows are all foods I’ve been eating regularly, with great relish, in recent months. I can’t guarantee that you’ll like them all as much as I do, but I can say with certainty that I’ve had a great time eating every one of them, and, in writing them up for the newsletter, I’ve ended up even more excited than I was when I started. Everything on the list is, of course, available for you to taste at our businesses in Ann Arbor. And if you want to a have a little honest fun, you can make some time to treasure hunt for yourself and find all the great things I forgot to include.

Rozendal Wine Vinegars
12 Year Old Biodynamic Masterpieces from South Africa

I want to start this piece with an apology. I’m sorry that I waited so long to bring these vinegars to the Deli. These amazing vinegars are some of THE best new things to arrive in a long, long time. The story behind them and the flavor of the vinegars in each bottle are both, to my knowledge, unique. Most definitely worth taking notice of more quickly than I did.

I think that I first tried the Rozendal vinegars three years ago at a food show. Their exceptional flavor caught my attention right off, but I think the fact they’re flavored made me doubt myself. I tried them again the next year and was still impressed but… again, I held back and failed to act on my instinct. We have a lot of good vinegars, and I let my purist streak get in the way. Finally, this summer I tasted them for yet a third time with folks at the Deli and Mail Order, and I was still impressed. I finally gave in. I’m glad I finally got going—these are some pretty exceptional bottles of vinegar.

They’re made by the Ammann family in Stellenbosch on the southwest coast of South Africa. Long a grape grower and wine producer, Kurt Ammann took the family farm organic in 1994. He went even further by going biodynamic back in 2001. Nothing in a biodynamic setting is taken for granted, from the method of conversion from wine to deciding not to pasteurize (to protect the positive acetobacters), to spending many years of patient maturation, to carefully selecting herbs and flowers for the infusion into the vinegar. All of which has been translated into a truly spectacular and unique set of vinegars; so good I really could drink these by the shot glass.

The vinegars start with natural conversion of the Ammann’s already well-made and nicely matured wines. The move to vinegar is a process that alone takes many months. Natural conversion protects the flavors of the wine and also the natural health benefits of the vinegar. The herbs are then added to the vinegar and the infusions are allowed to mature another four or five years. The total maturation is about 12 years, all done in oak barrels. The results, as I said, are superb! They’re so good that you can—and I have a number of times—sip them straight from the bottle. They’ve got big, slightly tingly, subtly sweet, fantastic flavors with great complexity and very, very long, very lovely, finishes.

The Ammanns are very adamant about the health benefits of raw vinegar like this and draw on centuries of data to back up their claims. Either of the two varieties we have at the Deli would do. The Fynbos Vinegar is infused with an array of the region’s herbs and flower—South African honeybush, buchu, wild olive, wild rosemary, and rose geranium. I’m worried now that I’ve started sipping I might drink the whole bottle. Like sipping a super long-aged bourbon, there’s a loveliness, a long lingering sweetness, vanilla undertones from the oak, a succulence and smoothness… that’s hard to explain. The hibiscus vinegar is equally excellent. It’s got elderflower, rosehip
and vanilla.

I could go on and on and on (which is what I can honestly say is true for the finish of the vinegar, too), but space is limited. It’s not inexpensive so this probably isn’t everyday eating but it would be a truly superb gift for anyone who loves food. This is one of the best things I’ve tasted in ten years.
In fact, these vinegars are so good that I think I’m ready to take things a step beyond where they’ve been. The idea of sipping or drinking vinegars has become fairly common in our end of the food world. But this stuff is what I’m starting to think should be called “kissing vinegar”—not to make anyone blush, but, truly, kissing anyone who just sipped it would be a pretty sensual experience.

Peanut Brittle from the Candy Manufactory
Best New Confection in Washtenaw County?

Last year Zingerman’s Candy Manufactory managing partner Charlie Frank emerged from his Wonka-like workshop with this extremely fantastic peanut brittle. Right out of the gate this stuff was great. I know that this sounds a bit over the top but the truth is that literally almost everyone who eats it has loved it. Many around here are actively admitting to having eaten a half a bag in a single sitting. It’s simple really—brown sugar, the same Jumbo Runner peanuts that are in the Zzang! bars, some butter. He cooks it over the stove and pulls it by hand when it’s just the right temperature to get the perfect brittle texture. Simple but damn if it’s not good. Really good. Really, really good. Next time you’re at the Roadhouse or Deli, ask to have some crumbled on top of your gelato!

Espresso Mousse at The Roadhouse
A New Way to Get Your After Dinner Coffee

This is one of the most popular new desserts we’ve done at the Roadhouse in a long, long time. Ethereally light espresso mousse served in a cappuccino cup, topped with a thin layer of dark chocolate and a dollop of real whipped cream. Like an elegant cup of coffee and dessert all in one!

Caraway Rye from the Bakehouse
“America’s very best rye? No contest. It comes from Zingerman’s Bakehouse.”
—Jane and Michael Stern

Jane and Michael Stern rated the Bakehouse’s rye bread the best in the country this past spring in Saveur magazine. Having long respected their palates, read their articles, listened to their radio shows and known them for many years now, I was really happy to have their support. But in honesty, what they were saying is what I’ve already long since believed to be true—the Jewish rye at the Bakehouse has been pretty amazing since we started making it back in 1992. And for whatever reasons of technique, nuance, and delicate touch, it seems to just keep on getting better and better with each passing year.

If you haven’t been to the Bakehouse or the Deli, we do a whole range of ryes—one we call Jewish rye (without the caraway seeds), a caraway rye, and one with onions. My favorite this year though has very clearly been the caraway rye, in particular the really large 2-kilo loaves that we only make on Fridays. Friday, if you didn’t already know, is Ryeday. And pretty much every Friday I try to get a quarter or half of one of those big, beautiful loaves to get me through the next week. Bigger loaves, quite simply, have a better, moister texture. And they taste better. Somehow, though I can’t explain the science; there’s just something that’s noticeably nicer, a touch chewier, and somehow significantly more rewarding than eating from the also very, very good smaller loaves. And, kept in the paper bag we pack them in, the big loaves last easily for a week or longer. Then there’s my affection for caraway. For some reason, I like the little seeds more and more with each passing year. There’s something about the aromatics, the small hint of anise it offers and the almost-but-not-quite-fennelly flavor that makes the rye all the more interesting to me. A chunk ripped from a fresh loaf and eaten, as is, is really a pretty marvelous thing. Better still, thick cut slices spread with a lot of butter. Add some good jam and you’ve seriously got a world-class breakfast in about two minutes. The same slice is equally excellent with a thick layer of the Creamery’s old style, no vegetable gum, no preservatives cream cheese. And of course, it’s all also amazing if you toast the bread—it’s almost worth toasting for the aroma alone. And, last but definitely not least, there’s the obvious opportunity to use it for sandwiches of all sorts. Great for grilled cheese and, of course, on the classic corned beef or pastrami sandwich.

[If you're going the butter route, try the Irish Kerrygold cultured butter in the silver foil wrapper—made only when the cows are grazing in the pastures which makes for a noticeably more flavorful, more golden in color (more beta carotene), softer-textured butter. Because the cream is allowed to properly ripen—as per rarely used traditional techniques—the butter develops a fuller flavor. Really remarkable stuff.]

As a bread lover, seriously, I can’t think of a better gift than a 2-kilo loaf beautifully wrapped in nice paper and tied with a string. Save the sweaters—I’ll take bread any day!

Organic Harissa and Handmade Couscous from Tunisia
A Couple Simple and Superb Tastes
from the Southern Mediterranean

I’ve written so much about these two of late that I’m wary of overdoing it. I’ve literally eaten couscous or harissa almost every week for the last two years, and I’ve yet to tire of either. To the contrary, the more I eat them the more I want to eat them. Both are easy to use and easy to like. They’re great together—a bowl of hot couscous and a spoonful of harissa to mix into it is fast food at its best.

If somehow you’ve missed my ongoing oration of the last few years on these terrific Tunisian products, let me review things very briefly here. Both the couscous and the harissa come to us from the Mahjoub family’s farm, about an hour outside of Tunis, in the small town of Tebourba. The family itself is fantastic. They are truly passionate about all things Tunisian, intent on spreading the word about their country’s special history. All the family’s products are organic.

They grow the wheat for the couscous on the farm, mill it, make the resulting semolina flour into couscous, rolling each small round by hand, then dry it all slowly and naturally in the sun. M’hamsa, actually means “by hand.” When you cook it your whole kitchen will smell like wheat. It’s also incredibly easy to do, so easy that I was skeptical when we first started stocking it four years ago. But sure enough, all you do is use 1  parts water for 1 part couscous. Salt the water lightly, bring it to a boil, the add the couscous. Stir, cover, turn off the heat altogether, and just let the couscous steam in the pot for about 12 minutes. It should come out light, almost fluffy once you move it around a bit with a fork. Couscous is, of course, basically a form of Berber (the native peoples of North Africa) pasta. It fit well with their nomadic lifestyle, allowing them to transport and eat wheat regularly throughout the year. If you love pasta (as I do) you’ll pretty likely love the couscous. It can be a main course, a side dish, or a salad. Top it with anything from a simple tomato sauce to meat, fish, and vegetables. You can add it as well to soups or stews. Cooked with milk, cinnamon and a bit of sugar you have a porridge to take the place of rice pudding.

The harissa is excellent on pretty much anything you can imagine. It’s made from three different chiles, tomatoes, and garlic—all organic, all sun-dried—ground to a paste and then blended with the Mahjoub’s organic extra virgin olive oil, a touch of caraway, some sea salt. I like it a lot on eggs, on sandwiches, added to tomato sauces, mixed with mayonnaise for a dipping sauce, mixed with yogurt and then tossed with chickpeas and baked. It’s great in cream cheese—you can serve it that way for a snack, hors d’oeuvres, or on a toasted bagel. Toss it in really good, just-cooked pasta (couscous or one of our other artisan offerings), serve it next to broiled fish, roasted meat of any sort, or just add a spoonful to a vegetable soup. All, truly, are terrific.

If opposites often attract, it would make sense that the harissa would be a natural partner for the couscous. The latter is mellow, nutty, wheaty, a beautiful golden color, with a soft flavor that can support most any sauce. The harissa by contrast, is forward, fast paced, spicy, wildly intriguing, a deep, bold red and intense flavor that will never, ever go unnoticed. The harissa is so exceptionally good that I’d put it on pretty much any list of “bests” you asked me to put together. If you know anyone who loves spicy food, stick a jar of this in their stocking. And if you know anyone who likes to cook, give them a jar of the couscous. If you really like them, give them one of each. They will, I promise, thank you for many years to come. And for what it’s worth, that promise is not speculation—I’ve given both as gifts dozens of times and I think that everyone I’ve given them too has quickly confessed to being as addicted to the two as I am.

P.S. if you’re wary of the spiciness of the harissa, take home a jar of the Mahjoub’s sun-dried tomato paste instead. Basically it inverts the ratio of chiles and tomatoes. With the sun-dried tomato taking top billing, the heat is very secondary. You can use it in all the same ways and it is always super fantastically good.
P.P.S. the Mahjoubs also make spectacular sun-dried (truly dried in the sun which almost no one else does any more) tomatoes, incredible Tunisian tomato sauces, orange marmalade, preserved lemons (aged six months in salt brine barrels out in the sun) and amazing naturally cured (for over a year) olives. All are outstanding.

Bostock from the Bakehouse
The Bakehouse’s Big Secret Revealed

Although we’ve been making it for a good ten years now the Bostock really does seem to be one of the best kept secrets at the Bakehouse. I know it has a loyal following but it’s yet to get the level of attention I think it deserves. It really is amazing stuff, but unlike muffins, croissants, danishes and donuts it’s hardly a well-known way to start one’s day. There are a handful of spots around the world that make it but not many, so maybe the word is starting to get out. Sara Kate Gillingham, on her amazing website thekitchn.com described the Bostock as a, “syrup-soaked, frangipane-topped, crispy-edged ode to breakfast glory.”

I’d say it’s a little bit like a really good almond croissant that’s come back to life in a dense, round, but still equally delicious and almost otherworldly good new existence. Bostocks start with a piece of Bakehouse all-butter brioche. It’s brushed with orange infused simple syrup, topped with a layer of frangipane (ground almonds and sugar), and then more toasted slivered almonds. If you’re ready to liven up your morning routine, seriously ask for a taste of this stuff at the Bakehouse bakeshop or the Deli’s Next Door Café.

Mandelbread from the Bakehouse
Jewish Biscotti My Grandmother Would Have Loved

Mandelbread is anything but new. It’s been a staple of Eastern European Jewish eating for centuries and a regular item at the Bakehouse for fifteen years or so. For whatever reason, I have a tendency to take mandelbread for granted. Maybe it’s the long history, the fact that I grew up with it being in the house with a high degree of regularity. Or maybe I forget about it because I don’t eat a lot of sweets. Or because so much of the world’s mandelbread is, unfortunately, rather unremarkable. The good news is that literally almost every time I taste a piece of it, I’m reminded how incredibly good the Bakehouse version really is.

Basically you could start calling mandelbread Jewish biscotti. Butter, fresh orange and lemon zest, lots of whole toasted almonds, and real vanilla. We make them the old-fashioned way, forming a long “loaf,” baking it once, then slicing it crosswise and baking each slice once more again so it turns a nice golden brown on top. Finally each slice is then turned over again and baked in a final third position. (Most commercial versions are sliced before they even start baking, which changes the texture and flavor of the finished cookie.)

They’re great on their own, with coffee or tea, or perfect for an easy, light after-dinner treat. You can also dip them into sweet wine (like the Tuscan Vin Santo) as well. On top of all that sweet goodness, they’re now packaged in a really nice new box, which I happen to love almost as much as I love the mandelbread. Makes them not only taste good, but also turns them into a super easy to give gift.

Freddy Guys Organic Hazelnuts from Oregon
Best Hazelnuts in the US?

It’s been about two years now that we’ve been bringing these amazing nuts in from the West Coast. In that time they’ve given me a whole new take on hazelnuts. While I’d always liked them just fine, outside of what I’d had in northern Italy, I can’t say that I’d ever come across any that drew me in the way so many other foods have over the years. All that’s changed. Now that I’m hooked up with Freddy Guys, I almost never go without hazelnuts. I keep them in my house to toss on salads or to add to rice or pasta dishes. And I pretty frequently take them in my bag when I travel—they’re a great way to get protein and great flavor all in one, easily transportable form.

Freddy Guys is a family run farm. Fritz and Barb Foulke are growing an old variety called Barcelona that was brought first to New Jersey, where it didn’t do very well, before eventually being loaded on wagons and hauled out west. The climate in Oregon is, apparently, very similar to that of the Piedmont in northern Italy, which is like the world headquarters for hazelnuts. All the Freddy Guys nuts are roasted to order; when we get them they’re literally only about a week or so out of the small Italian roasting machine that the Foulke’s have on the farm. They’re really as simple as can be, and all the better for it. No salt, no oil, no nothing; just great nuts shelled and given a light roast. They’re really good and they go with most anything—chop and put ‘em onto fresh cut fruit, gelato, cake or cookies. Accessorize salads and pastas; or if you’re getting into more complex cooking, they’d be great in a Catalan picada, ground up along with fresh garlic, and really good olive oil.

Peanut Butter Gelato from the Creamery
Celebrate the Season with a Gelato and Jelly Sandwich

If you like peanut butter and you like ice cream, you’re pretty sure to love this stuff. A pound of the Koeze family’s amazing peanut butter in every batch …. it’s pretty great stuff. I couldn’t resist the nearly obvious opportunity to top a scoop with a spoonful of American Spoon strawberry jam for the dessert equivalent of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Fantastic French Sardines
A Little Bit of Brittany in Ann Arbor

I’ve long loved good sardines. I’m happy to have them in pretty much any form I can get them. When I can get them (we have them at the Roadhouse at times), fresh ones are fantastic. Top notch tinned sardines are equally superb. Those, I try to have on hand all the time. They are one of the ultimate convenience foods. Canning was actually started first with sardines in an effort by Napoleon to feed the troops out on the front lines. I regularly open a can and put them on salads, sandwiches, and pasta dishes. Unlike the fresh fish, the tinned sardines never go bad so there’s no reason not to carry a high level of inventory. In fact, they actually get better with age.

I’m particularly excited right now because we’ve just gotten in a couple of types from France to add to our already really good sardine selection. Fished only in the summer months (which is officially “sardine season”) off the coast of Brittany using small old school nets (to protect the delicate flesh), the sardines are brought back to port that night to maintain freshness. They’re then cleaned, very lightly fried in olive oil, tinned up with additional olive oil and then finished by being cooked inside the tin. When you open the can you’ll find four or five beautiful, silver-skinned sardines carefully lined up inside. A bit denser in texture than the also terrific offerings we’re getting right now from Portugal, these French sardines are very meaty, herbaceous and just darned delicious.

Better still I’d say are the aged sardines we’re getting from the same folks in France. Each tin has four beautiful, big (for a tin at least) sardines, caught, cooked and packed as above, but then put aside to mature for three years. As the months pass, the olive oil penetrates to the center of the sardine, making them even more delicious than they were to begin with. Delicacy that they are, I like to eat the aged sardines in simple ways—next to a small green salad or with some toast topped with a bit of butter or extra virgin olive oil. A sprinkling of sea salt seals the deal. Here, Breton fleur de sel would be geographically correct, and its delicate texture would be a good compliment for the sardines.

Vintage Spanish Tuna
2009 Bonito from off the Coast of the Basque Country

While I’m on the subject of aged tinned fish I should tell you about the really delicious Spanish tuna we’ve tracked down this fall. It’s line caught albacore (known to Spaniards as ‘bonito’) from the Cantabrian Sea. We get it from the Ortiz family, who’ve been at this since 1891, and are known across Spain for the consistently high quality of their tinned seafood. Like the Breton sardines above, the bonito is aged right in the tin along with extra virgin olive oil. Same basic process, same really good results. For a particularly good treat, pour a bit of extra virgin olive oil on a plate. Add a few spoonfuls of harissa (if you’ve had the jar in the refrigerator, let it come to room temperature before you do this so it will soften up and its complex flavors will be even easier to appreciate.

Portuguese Mackerel with Piri Piri
Holy Mackerel!

The third in my trio of tinned fish favorites of the moment. This time it’s mackerel packed with Portuguese piri-piri hot sauce. Easy to use and easy to love, like all the great tinned fish we’ve got on hand, this stuff is super healthy (very high in Omega-3 oils) and super convenient. Fast food at its finest!

Cosmic cakes
Super Big Seller from the Bakehouse

As I was writing this I was about to head home from the Bakehouse when a family pulled up next to my car. I was loading up to leave and they were arriving but for a minute or two we were basically sharing the same space. As they gathered up their whole group (three generations it looked like) I heard one of the kids say really loudly, “I know what I want. I want a mint Cosmic Cake!” I was impressed. When a product that only we make, and that’s only been around the Bakehouse for maybe two years, has that kind of high name recognition from a ten year old, that’s a pretty great thing. One other thing I know too—that kid sure has good taste. These Cosmic Cakes are pretty terrific—a couple of thin layers of chocolate cake, sandwiched around fresh butter cream fillings, then all dipped into dark chocolate. Try all four fillings—vanilla, chocolate mint, peanut butter or banana—at Zingerman’s Delicatessen, Bakehouse, Roadhouse or ship them from www.zingermans.com.

Noodle Kugel at the Deli
A Classic from the Deli’s Early Days

We’ve been making noodle kugel since we opened the Deli back in 1982. It was delicious then and it’s equally as delicious now. It’s basically my grandmother’s recipe but we make it with much better ingredients. Although there’s no replacement for family memories and emotional connections, when it comes to flavor, the truth is that ours actually tastes far better than what she made for us when I was a kid. Egg noodles from Al Dente in Whitmore Lake, farm cheese from the Creamery, plenty of plump Red Flame raisins, and a generous does of vanilla, all blended and then baked ‘til it’s a nice golden brown. Great for breakfast, lunch, dessert or really any time you just want something good to eat. And now that I think about it, since it holds up nicely wrapped, it’s a great bag lunch or afternoon snack as well. I’m considering calling 2012 the Year of the Noodle Kugel. I’ll start the trend now so you can get out in front of things.

Cheese Blintzes at the Deli
Thirty Years of Gracing Breakfast Tables on Detroit St.

This is another classic that slipped off my list for far too long. They’re so, so, so good, that blintzes really shouldn’t be off anyone’s list for any length of time. Like the noodle kugel, we make these pretty much as my grandmother did, but, again, the ingredients we use are about eighteen times more flavorful. Thin handmade blintzes (Jewish crepes would be the standard description) folded around a filling of farm cheese from the Creamery, plenty of real vanilla (from beans, not extract), and a generous dose of chestnut honey to sweeten them. It’s an impressive line up of ingredients, but the honey, for me, is what takes them over the top. Chestnut honey has a pretty remarkable, sweet, deep, almost slightly bitter flavor that brings a big round bass note to an otherwise mostly sweet dish. Served with sour cream or preserves, blintzes, like the kugel, are great for almost any setting—breakfast, lunch or a light dinner.

The Creamery’s Cream Cheese
A Taste of the Turn of the Last Century

Our cream cheese, I know, is hardly anything new any more. We’ve been making it at the Creamery for over ten years now. But every time I taste it, I’m reminded how lucky I am to have it. While great cheese has become readily available all over the country (see the Wisconsin piece on page 10), for whatever reasons, old style, hand-ladled, preservative-free cream cheese like this is still almost non-existent. This is truly a taste of what luxurious eating would have been like for my grandparents’ generation a hundred years ago. Toast up one of those incredible handmade, board-baked bagels from the Bakehouse (poppy and sesame are my personal favorites), top with a generous layer of this cream cheese and you’ve got as good a way to start the day as I can imagine. In case you haven’t yet had it, this stuff is to commercial cream cheese what all those great artisan cheeses I’ve written about on page 10 are to the prepacked slices of stuff that they sell in supermarkets. Come on by the Deli, Creamery, Roadhouse or Bakehouse and ask for a taste today. It is, truly, pretty terrific!

Piquillo Pepper Jelly
From Spain
The Crown Jewel of Pepper Jellies

I have loved piqullo peppers for so long now that I start to assume that everyone else knows them as intimately as I do. That, of course, is not the case—while they’re far more popular in the US than ever before, I’d be shocked if more then two percent of the population has ever tried one. If you’ve not yet had the chance, please come by and ask for a taste next time you have a spare minute. I’d highly recommend adding them to your list of things to try before the end of the year. Other than when the local peppers are in season at the market, I usually go through a jar or two a week.

If you don’t know piquillos personally, they’re a small triangularly shaped pepper that grows up in Spain’s Basque Country. The best of them (which we of course go after) are still roasted over smoldering beechwood. The blackened skins are then carefully rubbed off by hand and the peppers packed with no additives of any sort; the liquid that forms in the jars is just the juice from the recently roasted peppers. piquillos are so highly prized that only farms near three dozen or so villages qualify to get the official denomination of origin that certifies authenticity. This is no small thing; over the last ten years, piquillos have probably become the most often misrepresented pepper in the world. There are actually subpar “piquillos” now being processed in almost every part of the globe. But the best ones still, I’m adamant, come from those same small villages in the northeastern part of Spain. They have a smoky, slightly spicy, delicious, unique flavor that goes great on pretty much everything you can think of putting a roasted pepper on.
What we have here is a new way to experience piquillo peppers and a pretty amazingly good one at that. piquillo pepper jelly. It is just like what it sounds: piquillo peppers from the Basque country, chopped up and cooked down with a bit of sugar. Not surprisingly, this stuff is as delicious as the peppers are on their own. A bright bold red color that reminds me of raspberry jam, you can do with this stuff anything you’d do with any pepper jelly. I’ve been putting it on toast that’s topped with a good Spanish olive oil. It’s also a great thing to use to deglaze your pan after sautéing fresh scallops, or to accompany roast pork, lamb or duck. Hmmm… better still, I’m going to try using it to deglaze a pan after I sauté up some fresh pork liver. For lunch, I’m thinking almond butter and piquillo pepper jelly sandwiches would be pretty superb. And of course, for one of the easiest and all time best hors d’oeuvres, put it atop some of that handmade cream cheese from the Creamery.

Agen Prunes from France
Dried Fruit for the Ages

What piquillos are to peppers, these prunes from Southwest France are to plums. So special that they have a demonination of origin. So good that I can eat them easily out of hand almost any time. So versatile that you can add them to almost any dish you like. Salads, stews, sauces,… they’d be tremendous actually in noodle kugel. Or just eaten out of hand with some of those Freddy Guys hazelnuts. If you want to do something a bit different and very delicious, try topping them with a drizzle of walnut oil before you serve. Or if you’re feeling fancy for the holidays you can stuff them with a bit of mousse de foie gras. Special stuff for any one who loves dried fruit!

Olive oil Tortas
Can’t Stop Eating ‘Em Crispbreads
from Southern Spain

A specialty of southern Spain that’s been ever more present on my kitchen counter over the last couple months. I haven’t been back to the area for a long time now, but I’m speculating that these tortas are to the people of Seville what mandelbread is to Eastern European Jews. A really great little sweet you could eat almost every day, something most everyone made at home, that could carry you through a long afternoon or be a light, sweet ending to a good meal.
Made in the town of Castilleja de la Cuesta, they’re lightly-leavened, crisp flatbreads made with a generous dose of olive oil, then sprinkled with a bit of coarse sugar and, in the case of our most recent arrival, also brushed with a bit of orange syrup. Unlike some of the other “models” on the market, these are completely hand done. Each torta is a bit different from the next, which you’ll see when you unwrap the waxed paper in which they arrive. I’m particularly partial to the slightly dark edges that you get on a few of them. Not too sweet, great with tea or coffee, with cheese, or for a snack. I have a feeling they could be a big hit with kids and parents alike—sweet enough to get you excited, not so sweet as to put you off. Again, all are made completely by hand and all are really quite excellent!

Dark Chocolate from Tanzania
Community Project Puts Out an Amazing Chocolate

This is one delicious and very special chocolate bar which is made by Shawn Askinosie, unquestionably one of the country’s best chocolate makers, who’s working directly with cacao growers in east Africa to bring these beans to North America. I love it. It’s a bit lighter, slightly softer in flavor than most of Shawn’s other offerings. It’s definitely more cocoa-y than most of our other dark chocolate bars, with a slight hint of cinnamon with a slight bit of some other specific spice that I can’t put my finger on. Shawn himself says it has “hints of tobacco” but I quit smoking so long ago I can’t really remember what that means. It’s definitely kind of creamy on the tongue. Allen, the coffee man, is adamant that he tastes banana and I agree. The main thing is, it’s complex and well balanced with a nice finish and it really doesn’t taste like any other chocolate that I’ve had. All of which, I’d say, makes it well worth checking out. Without getting too simple on you, it’s just sort of downright delicious. Mouth watering. Clean finish. Makes me want to eat more every time I taste it.

El Rustico Bars from Shawn Askinosie
Mexican Chocolate and Chewy Bits of Organic Vanilla Bean

It’s been I think four years since Shawn Askinosie started making this special bar specifically for us. I loved it then and the truth is that I love it still, a fair few years further down the road. Dark chocolate that starts with the cacao that Shawn has personally sourced (in its current incarnation, the El Rustico features cacao from Davao, Philippines) and hand chopped bits of organic vanilla bean laced into it. Shawn has worked with Deli Chocolate Lady Margot Miller to adjust the recipe of this bar and the biggest change is the quantity of hand-chopped vanilla bean. The new bar now has three times the amount of vanilla bean than the original El Rustico. This bar boasts a texture triple threat—rich chocolate, crunchy sugar crystals, and fibrous vanilla bean pieces! Where most bars that use vanilla have it in there like background vocals, when the El Rustico goes on stage the chocolate and vanilla are singing a strong, well-balanced duet with full flavor, good balance, and a nice long finish. Sounds like a good recipe for living life now that I think about it. Buy a bar. Eat a square. Appreciate the work that Shawn and his staff in Missouri have made happen.

Paraís Pepper from South India
Estate Grown Tellicherry Peppercorns

I’m a huge fan of black pepper and this pepper, just arrived from the Wayanad Hills in southern India (from a single estate at about 2500 feet up) is pretty freaking fantastic. Para, who runs the project, is passionate about pepper. He’s growing two varieties: the long-shoot Panniyur and the short-shoot Karimunda. All of Para’s pepper would qualify as Tellicherry, and all is also especially good—big winey nose, lots of complex aromas and a lot of flavor. We’ve got jars of it ready to go—some whole black peppercorns, some white and then also peppercorns dried on the vine. The latter in particular makes a beautiful gift.

Marques de Valdueza Olive Oil
Exceptional Estate Bottled Oil from Western Spain

As a history major I have to admit to being moderately biased toward this oil—you’d be hard pressed to find any product that’s a whole lot more rooted in family and national history than this. The family—formally known as the House of Alvarez de Toledo— has been a fixture in Spanish history for something like ten centuries. I can’t tell you it’s some romantic rags to riches story—at least for the last nine hundred years, the family has been hugely successful and has stayed that way for centuries. Best I can tell quality and care have been a part of most everything they seem to have done for hundreds of years now, and this oil is no exception.

The Valdueza oil is very well made and it shows. No defects, long finish, good complexity. It’s made from a unique blend of four different varietals that grow on the farm. Hojiblanca and Picual are standard varietals from southern Spain and are not uncommon out west either. The former brings a soft, warm, nutty butteriness; the latter offers hints of artichoke, green asparagus, a bit of earthiness and a touch of black pepper in the finish. Arbequina arrived in the region only recently, planted for its good yields and round soft flavor. In Extremadura, at least on the family farm, it tastes a bit different from what I’ve experienced in Catalonia (where it typically comes from): less appley, more olivey. Most interesting to me, though, is the oil from the Morisca olives, which are unique to the area, offering a fair bit of pepper and interesting fruit, almost apricot in a way, with a touch of green grass and green tomato in there too.

For those of you who follow these things (and there are many!), I’d put the flavor profile of the finished oil in about the middle of the range—less green than the Tuscans, less earthy than most southern Spanish Picuals. This past autumn the weather was very dry—not great for yields, but generally, in my experience, very good for the flavor of the oil. As is true of all these high end, well made oils, there’s a complexity and an elegance (and a commensurate higher cost) that will likely mean you’ll want to use it for finishing—at the table drizzled on great greens from the market, on top of a bit of roasted meat or vegetables. During my visit a few years ago we had lunch at the family hunting house where they served us an entire meal in which the oil was featured in every dish. The highlight for me was the potatoes, tossed with a lot of the oil and a bit of salt, then roasted at high heat ‘til they had a bit of a golden brown crust and a whole lot of flavor. The more I eat this oil, the more I like it, and I should add that with its distinctive pale blue label and elegant bottle, the Valdueza oil makes a pretty marvelous gift too.

Biolea Olive oil
from Crete Outstanding Organic Oil from Crete

One of the few single estate Greek oils out there (most are from co-ops) and one of my favorites right now. The Astrikas Estate is located on the northwest part of the island, about 20 something miles west of the town of Chania, the fourth village up into the hills after you turn inland from the coastal road. The farm has been in the family for a long time now—George is the fifth generation to run it. The oil is made from Koroneiki olives, the small olive that’s most commonly found in Greece, handpicked a bit later in the year than, say, the olives of Tuscany, hence the relative sweetness and softness of the oil that the people of the area like so much.

Biolea is also interesting for the story. The oil is organic. The olives are handpicked. And the owners have done a great deal of work to take traditional stone milling above and beyond what’s considered the most modern of olive oil pressing techniques. They’re exceptionally aware of the environment, both in an ecological sense and in terms of the community in which they’re working, and they’re intent on leaving both better off than when they arrived on the scene. Long story short, the result of all their work is a delicious olive oil. It’s a bit lighter than a lot of our oils—don’t let the stereotype of Greek oils being “heavy” fool you. This one’s anything but. It is a bit buttery, surprisingly sweet actually. George wanted to make sure I understood that this lighter flavor was very true to the region—this is the way people in the area like their oil. I don’t want to get too wonky on you, but it’s got a touch of some spice I can’t yet nail… maybe mace, or even a hint of vanilla? George says it has hints of salad greens and lettuces and sorrels and it is slightly citrusy. It’s got a touch of pepper at the end, but not too much. Terrific on fish, salads, slices of barrel-aged Greek feta cheese, simple pasta dishes, or vegetables of all sorts (raw, roasted or really any other way you can think of).

An interview with Ed Janus, author of “Creating Dairyland.”

Monday, October 17th, 2011 by Zingerman's Deli

Meet Ed Janus at our Wisconsin Cheese Tasting at Zingerman’s Events on Fourth on December 8th!
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Tell us a bit about you. You didn’t grow up in dairy farming!

I was born in Washington, D.C. in a Jewish family that had moved there from Chicago, my father was a federal attorney in the New Deal era, and went on to become a Federal judge. Food’s been in my family for a long time. One of my grandfather’s owned the fanciest restaurant in St. Louis. It was called Bennish’s. My mother was a wonderful cook.

I studied anthropology. After I graduated I went to work with Dr. King in Chicago. I was involved with doing welfare organizing—trying to help women who were not getting a fair shake from the welfare administration get what they should have had coming to them. Skipping ahead a few years I ended up coming to Madison to be part of spiritual movement here. The group owned a farm and that’s when I first got into dairying. It was beautiful. The idea was basically local food for this restaurant that we were running in town. We had a 30-cow herd which was typical size then. We did all the crop work ourselves. I loved it! It was during the Nixon impeachment hearings. We used play them on the radio while we were milking. I’m not sure if that raised or lowered the milk yields. Financially it was very difficult though so I ended up leaving.

What came next?

Well, I went to start a minor league baseball team. The Madison Muskies. And then I started one of the first micro breweries—Capital Brewery in Madison. This was long before everyone was doing it they way they are now. The last 20 years or so I’ve been doing radio shows for NPR, particularly on education. And doing more and more work with Wisconsin dairy farmers.

How’s the history in Wisconsin different than it is in other dairy producing states?

More than anything I think the key is to understand that Wisconsin dairying was really the triumph of an idea. It’s one that we now take as commonplace, but one that is so deeply woven into Wisconsin’s image and history. It was “Progressivism,” with a capital “P.” Progressivism really came out of the enlightenment. It was about figuring how to help farmers work smarter. Basically it was about teaching them how to do modern industry so that they could make a living. The idea, the themes, of this “Progressive” song can still be heard today in Wisconsin dairying.

It really came out of the Enlightenment. People really believed in what they were doing. They preached the gospel of the cow. Historically, the Europeans had continued to move west and in the process, they kept ruining the land. And then they’d just move west again. They got to Wisconsin and they ruined the land here with wheat and speculation. But these guys from NY came and they wanted a way for farmers to stay on the land. A way to make them successful. Not overnight success. They wanted to enrich the soil. They talked about this great conservation ethic. Saving the land. They were almost like missionaries in preaching for their cause. But a lot of people came to believe it and make the idea real. That’s what our dairy farmers have done.

The Progressive model has becomes part of their character. If it weren’t for Wisconsin’s dairy farmers and cheesemakers we would never have this amazing landscape. The cows have done a lot more for our state than the politicians. The idea of Progressivism really elevated farmers to be the equal of city people. Before that farmers were basically nothing.

I loved the book. What did you like best about writing it?

I loved the act of writing it! Because I was able to, forgive the hyperbole, uncover the “mind” of history. By writing the book I was able to “read” the marvelous thinking that shaped the world of today and I am now able to see the unseen as it appears in our barns, fields, and kitchen tables. I now like to say that I hope my readers too will be able to read this mind and enjoy its intelligence as I was able to do by writing “Creating Dairyland.”

What are a few of your favorite stories from the book?

Here is just one which, alas didn’t actually make it into the book but into my heart.

I spent the day with two elderly bachelor Norwegian brothers (I did feel a bit like I was channeling Garrison Keillor) in a place called Coon Valley. I went because the brothers had witnessed the first federal soil conversation project but I came away with something valuable. To wit:

I was walking around with Ernest (he is the brother who speaks while his brother Joseph is the brother who speaks not.) As we walked Ernest confessed what he described as his deepest regret, his shame, the thing he feels most badly about. He told me that when the brothers were selling their herd as they prepared to retire, their oldest cow had somehow found a way to hide from the buyers (and the butcher). But Ernest noticed and went to find her to return her to the herd, and she was sold with the rest of them.

Afterwards he was deeply ashamed; ashamed I think because he had chosen money over his human connection to a dependent being that had faithfully served him and deserved better from him.

As we walked around his place we passed the barnyard where there was a small herd of beef cows. And there in the midst was one dairy cow. One dairy cow! He pointed her out and told me she was a pet; “I just like to see here there.” I like to think this was repentance for his sin of not taking care of someone who needed him. His violation of one of dairying’s important moral injunctions.

In the book I talk quite a bit about the intimate relationship between dairyman and cow and the injunction to care for “that which takes care of you.” Ernest Haugen showed me the true face of Wisconsin dairying. That’s why I dedicated my book to him.

Five Spanish Oils Streak to the Top of the Heap

Wednesday, September 7th, 2011 by Zingerman's Deli

Spanish cooking today is alive, energized and creative. The regional origins and diversity of the peninsula’s many cooking traditions are being celebrated in cities and small towns alike. If you want to eat well in Europe there are many places you can, go to. But if you can only pick one, and the cooking is what pushes you most to a particularly country over another, I’d pretty certainly send you to Spain.

’11 is the “Year of the Spanish Olive Oil.”

Listed below are five special oils. All are on the cutting edge of the oil world. All are excellent. From gentlest to giant – all good, all special, all well made, all at the cutting edge. Try any one of them, or better yet, taste them all. I have, and I happily stand by — and serve — all of them.

Mariano’s Oil from the Sierra de Gretos
This oil is really pretty much a prototype for what we like to sell here at Zingerman’s — great flavor, fantastic people, and a great story line, all packed into one very limited and very tasty product. Since it’s the gentlest and most elegant of this bunch of Spanish oils I opted to use it to lead off this essay.

This oil is made in such small quantities that I’m actually slightly reluctant to talk about it here. While there’s more now than there was when we started buying it ten years or so ago, there’s still very little to be had — what started with a 100 liters a year is now up to the superbly tiny quantity of 250. But the thing is that the man who makes it — Mariano Sanz Pech — is such a wonderful person, such a staunch champion of traditional foods, his oil is so distinctive, and his entire food and tradition-loving family so fantastic that I want to give credit where credit is due even if supplies are short.

I’ve known Mariano for probably nearly twenty years now; we first met I think over a table of traditional Spanish cheeses, then and now one of his big causes. At the time the cheeses were almost unknown in the U.S., but I’d read all about them and was excited to find someone who was ready to actually sell them to us!

Personally, I can’t help but be swayed by the man’s enthusiasm and dedication to great food, history and tradition — every time we meet up (which seems to be every couple years) I come back with ever-greater commitment to supporting his work.

Tasting the oil is, actually, much like meeting Mariano. It starts out softly, down to earth but still surprisingly suave, almost sweet. But as you spend more time with it you realize that it’s well grounded, complex, anything but one-dimensional, with a surprisingly peppery and rather opinionated finish. I’ve used it for salads, with grilled vegetables, on cooked beans (a favorite of the region), or soups. Pour it onto a thick slice of toasted country bread, sprinkle on a pinch of sea salt and add a couple roasted red Piquillo peppers from the Spanish Basque country. It’s surprisingly good on the Roadhouse bread — its sweet, subtle pepperiness blends beautifully with the cornmeal and molasses. There’s a touch of banana and maybe even kiwi in the flavor of the oil that make it a particularly good pairing with fruit — drizzle some onto slices of ripe apples, pears or plums this fall. Better yet, toss the fruit with the oil and roast it at high temperature. Serve the roasted fruit with cheese, a glass of dessert wine, or even gelato.

Naturvie Olive Oil from Spain
This oil comes from the western part of Spain (the land of Iberico ham if you’re into great pork), from a family-owned farm just a bit south of the beautiful walled town of Merida. The farm is run by Fernando Sanchez-Mohino — he made his career success as an attorney, but decided later in life to pursue his passion, to take on the production of olive oil. The family has run the farm for three generations now and he’s spent years working on improving the quality of the oil. They’re doing a very nice job of mindful, sustainable farming with a bit of an eye towards biodynamics. As, I suppose, is fitting, the oil’s following around here is growing as well.

The oil is from the Cornezuela varietal, an interesting old-school olive that’s unique to that area. All the olives for this oil are taken from trees planted no later than the year 1800. You read that right — all the trees in use are over two hundred years old. This isn’t just a romantic marketing tale — old trees of this sort have very low yields but produce oils with very interesting complex flavors. The olives are handpicked and then delivered to the press in under three hours. The complexity of the oil’s flavor reflects the age of the trees, the care taken in handling and the quickness of the press. (The Les Costes oil from Catalunya comes from the other end of the country, but is also made with olives from very old (four hundred years-plus, in this case) trees.

The flavor of the Naturvie oil is an interesting blend of sweet and spicy, almond and olive… really a very nice oil and one that’s little known in the US. It’s not the boldest oil of our bunch; if you want to get a big dose of big (which I like a lot by the way), I’d go with La Spineta from Puglia, Pasolivo from Central California, or the Canena from southern Spain. By contrast the Naturvie oil is… a bit more careful, not controlled but not out of control either. More like an elder statesman of the jazz world who’s spent a lifetime figuring out how to pack more complexity into a coda, keeping it all in a tight space, but moving marvelously around it with a lot of subtle but significant, edgy and very interesting energy. If you want to make a meaningful friend with a new olive oil, one that you’re likely to like the more time you spend with it, make a note to taste the Naturvie next time you’re in.

Marqués de Valdueza from Mérida
I have to admit to being moderately biased toward this oil — you’d be hard pressed to find any product that’s a whole lot more rooted in family and national history. The family — formally known as the House of Álvarez de Toledo — has been a fixture in Spanish history for something like ten centuries. I can’t tell you it’s some romantic rags to riches story — at least for the last nine hundred years, the family has been hugely successful. Best I can tell, quality and care have been a part of most everything they seem to have done, and this oil is no exception.

The Valdueza oil is composed from a unique blend of four different varietals that grow on the farm: Hojiblanca and Picual are standard varietals from southern Spain and are not uncommon out west as well. The former brings a soft, warm, nutty butteriness; the latter offers hints of artichoke, green asparagus, a bit of earthiness and a touch of black pepper in the finish. Arbequina arrived in the region only recently, planted for its good yields and round soft flavor; here in Extremadura, at least on the Álvarez de Toledo family farm, it tastes a bit different than what I’ve experienced in Catalonia, where it typically comes from — less appley, more olivey.

Most interesting to me though is the oil from the Morisca olives, which are unique to the area; this variety offers a fair bit of pepper, and interesting fruit, almost apricot in a way, with a touch of green grass and green tomato in there, too.
All told they produce about 30,000 bottles a year — huge by the standards of artisan friend Mariano Sanz, but relatively modest by comparison to any large-scale commercial producer. As is true of all these high-end, well-made, oils, there’s a complexity and an elegance (and a commensurate higher cost) that will likely mean that you’ll want to use it for finishing — at the table: drizzled on great greens from the market, or on top of a bit of roasted meat or vegetables.

Marques De Griñon from Toledo
I like this oil now as much — actually more I think — than I did when we first got it. It probably didn’t hurt that I got the chance to visit the farm, nor that, because of the Falco family’s drive to make everything they do better each year, new tweaks to their already strong technology have helped make what was already really good even better still.

Carlos Falco gets the credit for getting it going. An agricultural engineer who went to study oenology at UC Davis back in the early seventies, he did a lot of pioneering work with both grape growing and winemaking — he was the first to use drip irrigation in grape growing and the first to plant Syrah and Petit Verdot grapes in Spain. The quality of his work is widely recognized — you’ll find Griñon wines on many a top list.

More recently, he turned his attention to olive oil, with equally excellent results. Over his years in the wine world Carlos had befriended the Marchesi Antinori, one of the big innovators in Tuscany for both high quality wine and oil. Marchesi encouraged Falco to get going on the oil and linked him up with an Italian oil consultant by the name of Marco Mugelli. Falco talked Mugelli — who was reluctant to work with Spain — into coming to help him at the Griñon estate. Mugelli forgot to go and missed the flight and the meeting never happened. For many folks that would be the end of things, but to their credit both parties kept going and I’m glad they did since the Griñon oil is so darned good, with a remarkably big, fresh flavor and long finish that will add to most any dish you use it with.

A blend of Arbequina and Picual olives, all grown on the farm, the oil has a big, big aroma and the flavor follows right along — it’s not overpowering in the least but it is big, lusciously smooth, eye-openingly, well-balanced, savory, green and very, very, very good. In truth, I think this oil’s got all those flavor notes that people look for (or, I could say, I look for) in big green oils — hints of raw artichoke, green tomato, olives of course, a bit of pepper. I don’t want to get caught up in excessive adjectivization — just taste it.

Castillo de Canena Oil from Andalucia
The last, biggest, and boldest of this quintet of top-quality, cutting-edge Spanish oils, the Canena comes here from Jaen, in the southwestern region of Andalucia, the area of Spain that produces more oil than any other, by far. The harvest starts very, very early by typical Spanish standards, meaning, again, high flavor, low yield. The fruit is taken from the tree by hand and the olives are at the press in less than three hours after they leave the trees, minimizing the risk of oxidation, protecting the flavor of the oil that emerges. Once pressed, the oil goes into nitrogen flush stainless steel tanks in cooled cellars, which again acts to protect the quality of the oil. Bottling is done to order, always with a quick flush of nitrogen to keep the oil intact after it’s left the estate.

The Canena oil is made from Picual olives, the variety that’s unique to this region of the world (though, of course, others have now planted it elsewhere). The Picual olive produces distinctive oil, generally very earthy and big of flavor. Unfortunately, in too many cases that earthiness can be overbearing. I’ve probably tasted hundreds of Picual oils from Andalucia over the last twenty years, but the Canena oil is not only likeable, it’s got me as passionate as I’ve been on this region’s offerings. It’s got all the things I like about this sort of oil — it’s earthy, it’s well-rounded, it’s big but still really balanced, its aroma is pretty amazing, and the finish is very fine. On the flip side, it avoids all those off flavors and out of balance earthiness that are excessively present in so many Picual oils from the area.

Unlike some of the other oils above, I’ve not yet been to the estate, so my passion comes only from tasting, not from a first hand bonding with the people and the land. However, I can tell you truthfully that over the two years since I first tasted it, I’ve consistently gone out of my way to taste it over and over again. You should ask for a taste next time you’re at the Deli!

Ari’s New Finds – Paradox at Play in Product Selection

Thursday, September 1st, 2011 by admin

[Excerpt from our Zingerman’s Newsletter July-August 2011, view the whole article here]

1. Tamworth Bacon from Herb Eckhouse
In this case, I suppose, the paradox isn’t really mine — Herb Eckhouse is another Jewish guy who’s been happily having his way with cured pork for probably nine or ten years now. His cured ham, pancetta (unsmoked Italian-style bacon), and guanciale (cured pork jowl) are all consistently excellent. And now, he’s added one more amazing product to his porketoire — this time it’s a bacon cured from the bellies of specially raised Tamworth hogs.

As was the case with Alex, and the very fine beef from Cornman Farms, the Tamworth is a very long term project. “This bacon was really an act of faith,” Herb told me as we were getting ready for Camp Bacon this spring. “Four years ago we made a few legs of Tamworth prosciutto to see what it would be like. It was totally delicious. In fact our buddy Bruce Aidells (chef, and author of Bruce Aidells’s Complete Book of Pork) said the Tamworth pork was as good or better than any he had had anywhere — Spain, Italy, you name it. This one was better! Unfortunately, when we went back to get more meat, we couldn’t find any. The breed is classified as “threatened” and there aren’t that many of them to be found — just a few here and there. Russ Kremer who is one of our favorite — probably now our favorite — pig farmer because he really does offer his pigs a place to roam outside on the hillside once they are out of the nursery is also is a Tamworth enthusiast. He has Tamworth lines that he has kept free of the modern pig breeding that has made pork too lean and caused the animals to become prone to stress. After four years of asking, begging, pleading, cajoling, guilt-tripping, and visiting we finally got a Tamworth program going with him. Our first delivery was October, 2010. Now we buy all of the legs and bellies he’s got!”

Having done a fair bit of research over the years while writing Zingerman’s Guide to Better Bacon, I can tell you that a lot of the old sources list the Tamworth hogs as hogs that were bred specifically to have their pork cured up into bacon. Herb told me pretty much what other sources have said as well — the belly meat from the Tamworth is supposed to be particularly tender. It’s also known for having a near perfect balance of fat and lean, and its flavor gets particularly sweet during the maturing.

You can of course do pretty much anything you like with the Tamworth bacon — it’s easy to fry up lightly with eggs, put on BLTs, chop and toss with pasta or whatever. The key of it for me is that the fat is super rich, almost buttery in texture. Given that Herb has even more practice preparing it than I do, I asked him for his input. “I like it very lightly cooked at low heat.” Perhaps even better still is that you can eat it raw, just as you would pancetta or prosciutto. Since we make and preserve it the way we do all our meats — drying it to remove the moisture — it is shelf stable. You can enjoy “bacon sashimi” if you want. “When you eat it without cooking it,” Herb said, “you can really taste the sweetness of the meat. But in a way, I guess, the light cooking is kind of the best of both worlds — the succulent melted fat with the sweet meat flavor. Because it is dry-cured and has a low water content, the fat has a lower smoke point so however you cook it, we recommend doing so at low heat. We use no sugar, dextrose, molasses, or any sweetening of any kind, yet that bacon is sweet. I love eating it — surprise! Probably, as important as anything is the soft, smoky, very clean, no burn aftertaste — it just lingers. We use only pork, sea salt, and spices [black and white pepper, rosemary, bay leaf].”

Herb’s right — it’s excellent on an antipasto plate. Great diced up, lightly fried and then tossed with pasta (put the pasta right into the hot fat with the bacon, pour into warm bowls and then grate on a bit of Parmigiano Reggiano cheese and plenty of black pepper.

2. Owens Creek Tuscan Varietal Olive Oil
A great story, a great oil, and a great cause all in one nicely labeled green glass bottle. This is the second oil to arrive on our carefully curated shelves from Walter Hewlett’s Owen’s Creek Ranch out in the Central Valley of California. I’ve written a lot about Walter, his oil and his work in recent newsletters so I won’t go on at length here. If you want the full, in depth, essay, by all means email me at ariatzingermansdotcom and I’ll send it your way tout de suite. The long story in its short form isthat Walter Hewlett is the son of Bill Hewlett of, you know, Hewlett-Packard fame. More relevantly in the moment though, he’s also the grandson of A. Walter Hewlett, who, while far less familiar to the average American than his supremely famous business building son, contributed mightily to the science of cardiology here at U of M and then at Stanford in the early years of the 20th century.

I met the modern day Walter Hewlett at the Deli last year. He was back in February to do a class on his oil at the Deli and also on campus at U of M. In short, Walter’s a super nice guy who’s got literally something like six graduate degrees (computer musicology is my personal favorite). He’s also a past marathon winner, concert viola player and, most recently, a very good olive oil producer. Clearly, underachieving is not a big problem in the Hewlett family. Despite everything though, Walter is very down to earth, very kind, very generous, and very, very excited about this oil. Both it, and the work in cardiovascular research, are his causes, and he very clearly cares deeply about each.

In sync with the spirit of generosity that’s so important in all the work we try to do, Walter decided that he would donate $4 from every bottle of the oil we sell to fund research at U of M’s Cardiovascular Center. Hard to argue with any of it — good oil, good guy, good cause. We’ve been getting the Owen’s Creek oil that Walter makes from Sicilian varietals for about eight months already and I’ve been a big

fan of it throughout. Just recently we’ve added a second oil to Walter’s wonderful repertoire. This time, it’s Tuscan varietals that are turning the trick. Really lushly green, more peppery than the other, a bit more of the artichoke and green tomato elements that are a hallmark of Tuscan oils. Great on salads, bruschetta, steak and sautéed swordfish or pretty much any other full flavored dish.

3. Sun-Dried Tomato Spread from Tunisia
I know that sun-dried tomatoes may seem like yesterday’s news. Given my aversion for things that seem to slide into the world of trendiness, I can’t say that I’d ever have listed anything made with sun-dried tomatoes on a list of my favorite things. And yet… here they are. This sauce is simply way too good to go forward with this list and not have it on here. Having eaten about a jar a week for the last few months… how can I keep it off? I can’t let popularity stand in the way of something really good to eat. While the sun-dried tomato sauce may be new here, the topic of Tunisian food definitely is not. If you’ve been around here much at all over the last few years you’ve likely heard me go on at GREAT length about how much I LOVE the harissa sauce from the Mahjoub family. Seriously, I’ve written thousands of words on the subject, have done a dozen different recipes that use it and recommended it to hundreds if not thousands of customers who, like me, love fantastic, full-flavored, well-balanced, hot and spicy stuff. The revolution earlier this year has certainly changed the political landscape, but harissa still rules the Tunisian table just as handily as it always has.

Of late though I’ve also fallen in love with this other amazing sauce that the Mahjoub’s make. This time it is, as you know already from the title, their sun-dried tomato spread. It’s not surprising, I suppose, that I’d fall for it as hard as I have — all the things I love about the harissa are also at play here. Organically grown tomatoes, peppers, and garlic from the family’s farm, all of which are hand-picked and then naturally dried in the sun for nearly a week, ground to a paste and then blended with ground dried coriander and a touch of caraway and then rounded out with some of the family’s own organic extra virgin olive oil. Both sauces are most definitely delicious; both are very ersatile; both are incredibly complex in flavor; and both are really well balanced. I could, have and will eat both in very large quantities. I keep a couple jars of each in my pantry at home. Truly I don’t want to run out; either one, with almost any other set of ingredients, is enough to make an otherwise average meal into something special.

All that said, the two sauces are not the same. What’s different, I suppose, is the relationship between the heat and the sweet. Where the harissa is happily very hot with a touch of tomatoey sweetness to round out its edges, in this one the tomatoes — hand-seeded and then literally dried in the sun for seven days — take it all up a notch. I know that sun-dried tomatoes over the years have reached beyond the point that I really look forward to seeing them anywhere, but this stuff is so good that it’s changed my outlook altogether. Think of how deep in flavor and intense a really great, vine-ripened tomato will be when you dry it in the sun for a couple of days and all its natural liquid evaporates and then you’ll start to have a better idea of what this stuff really tastes like.

Like the harissa you can do pretty much anything and everything with the Mahjoub’s sun-dried tomato spread. I love it on cheese sandwiches, pastas, and in tuna salads. Mix it with the Creamery’s handmade cream cheese or some barrel-aged feta from Greece. It’s great with eggs — spread on fried egg sandwiches, on the side with scrambled eggs, or spooned gently atop a newly poached egg (along with a bit of olive oil). Really fine with fresh fish — I’m particularly sweet on using it with swordfish, shrimp or squid. It’s beautiful on a BLT too — while you’re waiting for those first Michigan tomatoes to show up at the market this is a great way to get some intense tomato flavor into play. It’s pretty fantastic on a sandwich with fresh mozzarella. And the truth is that it’s really good with fresh tomatoes too — the rich, intense but still subtly spicy sweetness of the sauce is actually a great counterpoint to the poignancy and high notes of fresh tomatoes in their natural raw form. Add a spoonful to your homemade tomato sauce. Truthfully you could just spread it on toast — I do it regularly. A bit of olive oil on the bread first, then some of this spread on top and you’re ready to rock! So there you go, mundane as they may seem to those “in the know,” these jars of Tunisian sun-dried tomato paste are really probably one of the best new things I’ve eaten this year.

4. Jo Snow Syrups
Continuing on this path of products I probably wouldn’t have thought I’d be excited about, I’ll add in this line of really extremely darned delicious syrups made by Melissa Yen in Chicago. In truth, there’s probably not a huge amount to say except in a slightly understated and down to earth, fun way she’s infusing some seriously good, nicely balanced (there’s that theme again!) flavors into these anything but simple syrups. She started making them a few years back when she had her own café in order to more easily infuse the flavors she was after in her coffee drinks. She wanted a lot of flavor, customers wanted them quickly, together the result was this set of seven or eight different syrups. Honestly, every one of the ones I tasted was excellent. We’ve got at least three of ‘em on hand right now at the Next Door for coffee drinks and Italian sodas and on the shelves in the Deli for you to take home. I have a feeling though that other Jo Snow stuff will appear across our organization so watch for ‘em at a Zingerman’s business near you. You can spot them on the shelf quickly thanks to light-hearted, eye-catching, spirit-lifting graphic design work of Melissa’s friend, Jennifer Mayes. Right now we’ve got:

Fig, Vanilla and Black Pepper — given that I love all three of these, it should come as no surprise that this one is my personal favorite. No paradox here — not even sure what more to say… figs, vanilla and black pepper. I’m in.

Café de Olla — a tribute to the much loved (south of the border) Mexican coffee combination — brown sugar, cinnamon, molasses and a bit of a nice orange extract. Particularly good, as per the name, added to your coffee.

Ginger Passion Fruit — exotic, enticing, exciting, light, tropical and pretty much every other adjective you’d associate with a blend of fresh ginger and passion fruit. ‘Nuf said?

I could give you a lot of specific ways to use them but really the bottom line is that they’re all good in all the good ways you can think of. You can start your list with using them to make Italian sodas — just add sparkling water, stir and sip. Drizzle over fresh fruit, gelato from the Creamery or whatever other good ice cream you might have decided to buy. Melissa likes them a lot in cocktails, or at the least she must think about it a lot — for each syrup she rattled off at least two or three drinks in which they’d be great, and all of them, even to my purist’s palate, sounded really good darned good. Let’s see… then there’s French toast, pancakes or crepes. Coffee drinks. Yogurt. Hot tea. Iced tea. Hot chocolate. Polenta or oatmeal for breakfast.

5. Dulcet Moroccan Mustard
It’s been a while since I got so excited about a mustard that I wanted to eat it right out of the jar. Add to that the fact that flavored foods generally aren’t really my thing and it’s actually fairly surprising that this jarred mustard from Oregon would make my top summer foods list. But sure enough, I’ve been eating a lot of it, sometimes, truly, just with a spoon straight from the jar, regularly over the last few months. If mildly exotic mustards are at all up your alley I’d angle to get access to a bit of this stuff ASAP.

I’ve never really thought about mustard as a snack food, something to eat by the spoon, or something that I’d design a meal around. But here I am on my fourth jar of the Dulcet Moroccan Mustard in the last month. I’m not sure exactly what it is about it that’s got me going so much. It could be something about North Africa — I have been incredibly high on the harissa, couscous, olives, and sun dried tomato spread, etc. from the Mahjoub family. Maybe the Moroccan spices Dulcet founder Pam Kraemer has in her mustard are working some comparable southern Mediterranean magic on me. More likely it’s just that she’s done what I think very few people ever achieve — a touch of heat, a hint of sweet, a bit of slightly exotic spice all adding up to an exceptional balance of flavors.

Dulcet’s Madras Curry Mustard is only slightly behind the Moroccan on my list of good things to have in the house at all times this summer. Same basic concept, same well orchestrated blend of organic spices. Both are built off a base of organic dijon mustard, a bit of cane sugar and plenty of interesting spices. I’ve been eating them both with pretty much everything other than ice cream, and, now that I think about it, a small dab atop some vanilla gelato from the Creamery might actually be really good.

In either case, you might wonder what you do with this marvelous southern Mediterranean spiced mustard? It’s really good on salads, fish, cheese, egg salad. . . I’d happily serve it next to steak, pork chops or grilled chicken. I served it with some broiled salmon the other night and that was darned good, too. Mix it with a bit of yogurt or fromage blanc and it would be a very nice sauce. Ham sandwiches, grilled cheese. I can’t tell you it will change your life, but I will tell you it’s made eating more interesting all through the simple act of opening a jar!

6. Dunbarton Blue Delicious Blue Cheddar from Wisconsin
While we have a lot of cheddars and a lot of blues on the cheese counter at the Deli, we don’t generally have any blue cheddars; other than an occasional English farmhouse wheel that unintentionally veers off into the blue, these two categories really don’t mix. They certainly sit politely on the cheese shelves, probably eying each other’s differences, but respectfully staying out of each other’s way. Sometimes though, breaking out of the old molds makes sense. And that’s what Chris Roelli is doing with Dunbarton Blue. While it has all the good characteristics that everyone who works here is always excited to have in an old style, handmade cheddar, the whole thing is taken up a notch or ten by Chris’ clever and considered move to introduce blue mold to his mix. The result is remarkably good! In under a year the Dunbarton Blue has gone from being essentially unknown to one of the most sought after and highly regarded American cheeses on the market. In fact, response has been so strong that the Roellis are basically selling everything they can make — I feel fortunate to have some on the cheese
counter.

Dunbarton Blue isn’t just a good cheese; it’s also a really nice story. Chris is actually the fourth generation of his family to make cheese. His great-grandfather, Adolph Roelli, came to Wisconsin from Switzerland back in 1903. (Actually the family name in the Alps was Rolli, but it was anglicized at Ellis Island.) Adolph originally opened a grocery store, but the other farmers in the area discovered that he also knew how to make cheese — a valuable commodity in a state whose population of dairy cows was growing faster than that of its people — and invited him into the local co-op to work the curd. His son, Walter Roelli (no relation to the Virginia colonist) added milk hauling to the cheesemaking and the family business was basically born. The Roelli’s success was challenged though as industrial cheese standards started to take hold in the second half of the 20th century. With all the pressure on price and next to none on quality, the Roelli’s finally gave in — they closed the cheese plant in May of 1991.

For about fifteen years, they lived on the milk hauling. But Chris, who was just out of school when the factory closed, was determined to get back into it. Keeping his plans quietly to himself he started to make cheese again in 2006. Working originally from a 53-foot trailer next to the cheese plant, he tried his hand at a number of different cheeses. As is so often the case, one of the things he was experimenting with, a blue cheddar that most everyone else probably would have told him to stay away from, is the one that won out. Basically the boy hit a home run — Dunbarton Blue is probably one of the hottest cheeses on the already “hot” Wisconsin farmstead cheese scene. Like I said, Chris is selling everything he can make so I feel fortunate to be able to get some here to have on our shelves. It is as it sounds: very much the flavor and texture of a young, natural-rind, farmhouse cheddar — fairly firm and densely textured, mellow but rich and very nutty — along with the big earthy, bass lines of a good blue. You can eat Dunbarton Blue any way you like — I’m good mostly with eating it as is, a plateful of
fresh fruit and good thick slice of Roadhouse bread along side. But you can of course put it on salads, burgers, steaks or just about anything else you like as well.

A Recipe for Servant Leadership

Thursday, September 1st, 2011 by admin

may form a leaven that makes possible a reasonably civilized society.” — Robert Greenleaf Spirituality as Leadership

The phrase “Servant Leadership” sounds subtle, pleasant, probably sort of soft, maybe like one of those nice throwaway things they write into the opening section of an employee manual. But please don’t let any perception of passivity fool you — Servant Leadership is very strong stuff. Literally, if you really live it (as opposed to just mouthing the words which is a lot easier of course than actually making it a reality), Servant Leadership changes everything. Which includes, in my case, changing me — there’s no doubt in my mind that learning it, learning to live it, and working to get a little bit better at it every day, has made me a much better manager and, because it really is all just one very artful life, a better person in the process.

Servant Leadership is, quite simply, the core component of our management work, the ingredient around which all our other recipes for leadership are configured. Our approach to it is based on a book written back in 1977 by Robert Greenleaf entitled, simply, Servant Leadership. Over the years we’ve worked with, adapted, and adjusted various elements of his teachings, taking them from the theoretical into the practical world of day-to-day leadership here at Zingerman‘s. What follows is our interpretation and application of his approach — the Zingerman’s recipe for effective Servant Leadership. To be straight, if you let only one of the “secrets” in the Guide to Good Leading books out into your world, this is the one I would take. Perhaps more than anything else, it’s the easiest thing that any of us in leadership roles can do, almost immediately upon reading, to help make the world a better place to be and our organization more effective, simply by giving great service to everyone we work with.

To get you a small sense of what Servant Leadership is about, here’s a quick quote: “We should move,” Robert Greenleaf wrote, “towards a new institution that embraces both work and learning — learning in a deep and formal sense and all of the learning influence most people need. This,” he rightly added, “requires a new type of leader, one who can conceptualize such an institution, generate enthusiasm so that many good able people want to be part of it, and provide the strong focus of purpose that builds dynamic strength in many. Great things happen when able leaders create these conditions.”

To live Servant Leadership effectively, each of us has to really embrace the view that we come to work every day with the commitment to do what the organization needs done, to serve the entity as a whole even when that means that what we want or would like as individuals may get short shrift. Specifically we need to work with the mindset that those who “report” to us are actually to be treated as we would our customers, not as they would in the old model of staff on hand to serve our needs. In other words, as CEO, my first responsibility is to the ZCoB. Within that my major customers are the managing partners of the ZCoB businesses. Frank, the managing partner at the Bakehouse, as an example, is one of my big clients. In turn, his primary customers would be the managers at the Bakehouse. Their major customers would be the front line staff that report to them. As you can see, the idea here is to keep the service energy in the organization flowing out, toward the front line hourly staff. Why? Because, far more often than not the front line staff are the ones who are dealing with paying customers and/or making the products we sell. And we want to make sure their energy is freed to give the best possible service to customers coming in the front door, over the phone or via the web. The better the service we give to those frontline customers, the better the entire organization is going to do.

Paradox and Servant Leadership
Servant Leadership creates paradox because it says that, although we hire, pay, promote and have formal authority over our staff, to the best of our ability, we are going to treat them as customers. In the straight sense of service as we define it, that would mean doing whatever they ask us to do. In an extreme literal context that’s neither possible nor advisable. In fact, as servant leaders we’re regularly faced with the question: When is it appropriate to give service to an individual staff member in our classic, “I’ll get right on that, sir” sense of the word? And when is it time to give service to the group around that individual by NOT doing what a staff member has asked for because it’s not in the best interests of the organization overall? I wish I had some easy black and white answer to offer but the reality is rarely simple. We could have an employee ask us to transfer one of their peers because they don’t like working with them. Or they might demand to have their pay doubled because their rent went up. While I certainly don’t begrudge them asking for stuff like that, clearly those are things that we can’t, in good conscience, do just because they asked. That’s not easy to handle. In really extreme cases, we find ourselves having to fire a staff member — possibly someone we’ve worked with and treated as a really good customer for a long time — because it’s right for the organization.

Finally, there is paradox at play here because, at times, what we may want for ourselves can conflict with what is best for the organization as a whole. Certainly, our ideal is that each of us is able to fulfill all our personal goals and meet all of our needs, while simultaneously leading the organization to greatness. But realistically, things don’t always work that way. Which means that sometimes we, as leaders, have to choose to give up what we want for ourselves in the short term in order to provide more for others around us. Which of course may create some level of conflict between what we understandably and justifiably would like and what’s in the best interests of the organization we serve. How do you deal with all these paradoxes? The only way I know to work through them is to get help. Ultimately, in our experience, learning to become a great manager is a lot like learning to become a great taster. To do it you have to practice, and you have to work closely to regularly compare notes and realities with others that have more, or perhaps different, experience. When we act together through this sort of dialogue, sharing of thoughts and concerns, and sound reasoning, we’re a lot more likely to make sound, service-oriented decisions.

Why Bother?
After all that you could well be wondering, “Wouldn’t it be easier to just do this the old way?” Or, maybe you’re thinking, “It’s crazy to give employees service when we’re paying them to perform.” Both of which are certainly really reasonable things to think. Why after all, would you want to work hard to get promoted so that then you could have the chance to work harder? Why would it be worth dealing with all the added burden, complexity and paradox that Servant Leadership requires? Ultimately, each of us has to answer them for his or herself. But, at Zingerman’s, we believe that:

It’s the right thing to do
In any element of life, as we see it, service is the highest form of contribution we can make to those around us. Sure we may want to reap rewards for ourselves, and while there’s certainly nothing wrong with that, ultimately, it’s really much more what we give — not what we get — that defines us as leaders and establishes the legacy that we leave behind in our organizations and in our lives. In our experience our most rewarding work has been when we’ve created a successful Zingerman’s Experience for a staff member who was able grow and contribute here way beyond what anyone expected when they arrived. Knowing that in some small way our service contributed to this staff member’s success is a huge reward.

We get to help others grow and succeed
When they choose to work in our organization, staff members entrust us to provide effective leadership. They give us what can be called “the gift of followership.” In other words, they choose to follow us, allowing us the opportunity to succeed as an organization in ways we couldn’t without them. In return, we as leaders, are responsible for providing an environment to the staff in which they can fulfill their dreams and live up to their potential as participating members of the ZCoB. When we give great service to the staff we’re living this commitment.

Better service to customers
The service our staff gives to our customers will never be better than the service we give to the staff. We’ve seen this over and over again. So if we want to give our guests exceptional extra mile service, then we absolutely, one hundred percent, have to do the same for the staff. We, the leaders, are the ones who will either set the standard for, or, alternatively, hold back the organization’s service quality. The better we get at giving service — to both staff and guests — the better the service the staff give to guests is going to be.

Creates a more appealing workplace
From a strictly strategic perspective, providing great service to our staff can only help to make the ZCoB a better and more appealing place to work. And since we are competing with hundreds of other companies to attract the most creative, hardest working, food-loving staff we can find, this offers a huge strategic edge.

With service we set the tone for our organization
Like it or not, as leaders, we set the example for everyone in our organization. So sure, on the one hand, it seems crazy to give up more of your self-interest when you move “up” the organizational ladder. But the problem is that if we don’t put the organization’s interests above our own, then who will? If the leader sends a message that “I come first,” then it’s inevitable that the same “me first” approach will be the attitude that will prevail throughout the organization. In Sacred Hoops, then-Bulls basketball coach Phil Jackson wrote that, “creating a successful team… is essentially a spiritual act. It requires the individuals involved to surrender their self-interest for the greater good so that the whole adds up to more than the sum of its parts.”

It helps you move toward what you want for yourself
I really believe that the more you give the more you get. And because Servant Leaderhip is all about giving, it only makes sense that if one can get really good at it, it’s going to help make for a more meaningful, more rewarding life. You really will make a difference in the lives of your staff. And that’s a rare and special opportunity.

“Leadership requires selfless results, and these come only from the appropriate use of power and from making the whole more than the sum of the parts… Leaders who seek personal gain at the expense of peers or of institutional results generally lose over the long run.” — from Results-Based Leadership, by Dave Ulrich, Jack Zenger, and Norm Smallwood

The Recipe for Putting Servant Leadership into Practice
Provide an Inspiring & Strategically Sound Vision

At Zingerman’s the Servant Leader’s number one responsibility is to provide a vision for their part of the organization. An inspiring and strategically sound vision is one of the single most motivating things you can offer your staff. The vision is an answer to the simple, yet radical question: “If we’re really successful in our work, what will our organization look like ___ years/months from now?” A vision gets all of us on the same organizational page. It lets the staff know where we’re headed, what tomorrow will look like, what the positive future is that we’re all going after together. Perhaps most importantly it lets them know how organizational success will create a better tomorrow for all involved.

Live and Teach the Guiding Principles
In our Guiding Principles we detail how we will relate to those around us — staff, guests, suppliers, community — during our stay in the organization. As leaders we have a huge responsibility to live these principles day in and day out in our work. You can read them in the Zingerman’s Staff Guide (available at www.shop.zingtrain.com).

a) Treat the staff with dignity at all times.
We don’t have to agree with them, we don’t have to like them, we don’t have to be happy to see them, but we really do need to treat them in a dignified manner if want this to work.

b) Show that you care about them as individuals.
This doesn’t mean you’re responsible for their lives, nor does it mean you have to fix their problems for them. It does mean that you take a minute to ask how their vacation was, to ask how they’re feeling, how school’s going, how they’re family is, where they’re from. Show them that you know they have a life outside of work

c) Don’t hold grudges.
Although most of the world continues to carry them, our experience here is that grudges get you absolutely nowhere. At least nowhere good — they just suspend you in an angry, unproductive past. Hey, I know that employees err; sometimes they completely screw up. But the past is the past, and it’s over. Because we’re committed to giving great service to the staff, and because we’re not on Planet Fair (even though we should be), as servant leaders we commit to taking a forgiving approach. This doesn’t mean that you don’t hold firm on appropriate agreed upon consequences. It just means that you’re going to look forward toward a positive mutually rewarding future rather than let yourself get locked into an old grudge for past behaviors.

d) Be professional.
Return phone calls promptly. Stay away from gossip. Don’t talk smack about the organization or its members in front of staff members.

e) Have the courage to engage in caring confrontations.
This is an area in which Servant Leadership appears to diverge from a straight customer service approach. While I often see ways for our customers to alter their attitude or behavior to get the results they say they want, unfortunately it’s only very rarely appropriate to tell them. But in a management context, when a staff member who reports to us isn’t living up to our expectations, then it would actually be poor service — to them, and to the organization — NOT to tell them. Without our perspective, without a clear understanding of our expectations, we’re undercutting the staff member’s chances of success. In fact, the less they know about what we want, the less we share our concerns constructively, the lower the likelihood that they will succeed in their work. Which would be the exact opposite of what we we’re supposed to be doing.

Be an Active Learner & Teacher
Speaking of expectations this is totally one of those things that Paul and I had in our heads from day one. We’ve already been really active readers, we’ve always made time to go to seminars and classes, and we started teaching — both formally and informally — very early on in our work. It just seemed incredibly obvious that without that learning and teaching we were never going to have even the slightest shot at getting to where we wanted to go. BUT… as we grew and brought in more managers to lead, we found ourselves increasingly frustrated that many of them didn’t seem to have the same passion for these two things that we did.

Then one day in the fall of 1991 or 1992, we went to an Inc. Magazine conference in San Francisco where we had the chance to hear Skip LeFauve, then head of the Saturn Corporation, present on what he and his crew were doing to make a new kind of car company at their plant in Tennessee. One of the many things he shared was this expectation for learning and teaching. We loved it and we’ve been using it ever since.

(Turns out that Skip and his family lived in Ann Arbor and were good Zingerman’s customers. Over the years I had the opportunity to wait on him many times and to casually share thoughts and learn from his experience and insight. Sadly he passed away in 2003 at the young age of 68. While we never worked together directly I have the feeling that he lived much of what’s in this book in creative and inspirational ways.)

Help Staff Succeed by Using the Training Compact
This is one of the most difficult, most important and ultimately, most rewarding parts of our work as servant leaders. The most important and effective way we can do that is by living the Zingerman’s Training Compact. In a nutshell,

The Zingerman’s Training Compact
The Servant Leader

  • Gives clear Bottom Line performance expectations
  • Gives the resources to do the job
  • Recognizes performance
  • Rewards performance

In return the Staff:

  • Takes full responsibility for the quality & effectiveness of our training.

Say Thanks

  • Saying thanks is one of the key responsibilities we have as servant leaders. Why?
  • Everyone — you and me included — works more effectively when their efforts have been noticed and appreciated.
  • Ultimately, saying thanks and recognizing people’s contributions is one of the best ways to let people know that their efforts have really made a difference.
  • It’s a more effective and enjoyable way to work to be leading with appreciation than to lead with criticism
  • When we say thanks, we set the tone to move our organizational culture towards a more appreciative, positive future.

Postscript:
Because effective leadership is a craft not a science, there is no philosophy we can give you that will guarantee simplistic, multiple-choice solutions to complex management problems. What Servant Leadership can do is provide you with a framework in which to function: a set of guidelines and approaches to which you can return again and again as you grapple with the difficult, ever-challenging issues of effective leadership.

Top Foods of 2010 by Ari Weinzweig

Tuesday, November 9th, 2010 by Zingerman's Deli

When it comes time for me to pick this list every autumn…I struggle. If what we did was about being a one hit wonder, it’d be easy for me to pick a top item or two and be done with it. But the truth is that there are hundreds, actually thousands of really great foods here and trying to narrow my mind down to twenty-nine is actually impossible. Rather than fixate forever, I’m going to just go with my gut on what I want to put on here this year. Please know that the fact that something’s not on this list doesn’t mean that it’s not great—don’t let my lack of space or in the moment failure to remember something truly special stand as a black mark on it your personal food file. There are simply way more wonderful foods to write about here than I have room to write in. C’est la vie. As per Natural Law #9 (see Zingerman’s Guide to Good Leading, Part 1, page 54) that is most definitely a very good problem to have!

In fact, with that in mind, I want to take just a minute or so and express my enormous appreciation to . . . really, to everyone! I feel so fortunate to be partners with Paul and so many others, to work with six hundred or so super smart, highly creative, pace-setting people, to buy from hundreds of caring artisan producers, and to sell to many thousands of caring, mindful and quality-oriented customers in what I think is one of the most unique communities in the country. Not everyone gets the chance to do that every day, and I’m mindful of always remaining appreciative for all that I have, of taking none of it for granted (ever!), and of regularly reupping my commitment to do a bit better every day that I go to work! Thanks to everyone who’s helped make that a reality! I’m deeply, deeply grateful!

Primo Grano Pasta from the AbruzzoPrimo Grano Pasta from the Abruzzo
Buying better pasta is one of the easiest ways I know to upgrade the quality of one’s cooking (unless of course you don’t eat pasta). Seriously, it’s as simple as that. You just start with better pasta and presto your meal can go from a solid B to an A+. I’m not overstating this; at least to my taste there’s a sort of majorly big difference between the pretty good “artisan” brands they sell in most upscale supermarkets and a handful of really, truly great artisan pastas like this one. It’s the difference between buying a pretty good farmhouse cheddar and a piece cut from one of the Neal’s Yard Dairy selected and matured wheels of Jamie Montgomery’s best cheeses. The depth, character, complexity and everything else just goes up a couple of notches. Are you going to suffer from eating mass market pasta? Of course not. It’s perfectly fine. But what I’m talking about here is taking your meal up from “perfectly fine” to “pretty darned fantastic,” at the cost of a couple of dollars.

The Primo Grano pasta from the family-owned Pastificio Rustichella, in the Abruzzo region of Italy’s east coast, is one of a handful that can make that happen. It’s made from a special wheat that Gianluigi Peduzzi has spent around seven years developing in the interest of replicating the flavor of the grain grown back when his father got the pasta factory going in the 1920s. As with all the Rustichella pasta, the Primo Grano is mixed at cooler temperatures (protects the flavor of the wheat), extruded through the old style bronze dies (rougher surface), and dried very slowly (48-60 hours to get the proper texture in the bowl). As with all the great pastas, I prefer to cook it very al dente, the better to taste the wheat. And be sure to salt the pot liberally when you’re cooking—unsalted pasta is like unsalted potatoes—something serious gets lost at the expense of a few cents worth of salt.

Right now I think we’ve got the best collection of artisan pastas we’ve ever had. It’s really kind of an all-star line up, and one that I think is probably not quite understood in its entirety. It’s all too easy to assume that what’s on the shelves at the Deli is only slightly better but a lot more expensive than what’s in the “specialty” section of the supermarket these days. But really, I can’t say enough about how good these are. Martelli and Morelli from Tuscany, Faella from Gragnano, Rustichella from the Abruzzo and the others, really are pretty amazing. For anyone who loves pasta, a box of six or eight different kinds would be a very special gift.

For more on what makes better pasta better see the Pasta chapter in Zingerman’s Guide to Good Eating.

A Trio of Terrific Olive Oils
Honestly there are so many amazing oils on the our shelves right now that I’m having a hard time holding back from just making a list of nothing but olive oils. In the interest of diversity, I’ve pared my momentary preference back down to three for the purposes of fitting everything onto the six pages I’ve got to work with here. If you’re dying to delve more deeply into the depths of my olive oil insanity drop me a line at ariatzingermansdotcom and I’ll share more.

Owens Creek Olive Oil from California
If you’re not sure which oil to give as a gift this season, I’d say start here. It’s from Owens Creek Ranch, the farm of Walter Hewlett and family, in the central valley of California. Made from Sicilian varietals, handpicked and pressed within 24 hours, the oil is delicious. I’ve been using it regularly since we first got it in late last spring. I’ve written at length to tell Walter’s story: about his grandfather, A. Walter Hewlett who was a pioneering cardiologist at U of M in the early years of the 20th century; about his father, Bill Hewlett, who co-founded the world famous Hewlett-Packard electronics company; and about his skills as a musician, an academic with more advanced degrees than—I don’t know but he has a lot more of ‘em than I do—and his successes as a runner
of marathons.

Above and beyond all that, due to Walter’s generosity and commitment to helping enhance his grandfather’s early work and loyalty to Ann Arbor, $4 from every bottle of this most excellent oil will end up in a fund for research at the Cardiovascular Center here at U of M. Delicious. Delicate. Respectfully big olive flavor that’s slightly spicy, delicately assertive, is oil is being made by really nice people in the spirit of generosity and giving back to the world. All of which is probably a good recipe for achieving greatness in pretty much anything in life.

Naturvie Olive Oil from SpainNaturvie Olive Oil from Spain
Only recently arrived, this oil comes from the western part of Spain (the land of Iberico ham if you’re into great pork), from a family-owned farm just a bit south of the beautiful walled town of Merida. The folks at Naturvie actually do their growing biodynamically, but more about that to come in future essays. The key for the moment is merely that they’re doing a very nice job of mindful, sustainable farming. As, I suppose, is fitting, the oil’s following around here is growing organically as well (I’d like to tell you sales of it go up when the moon is full, but methinks that would be a bit too much of a poetic fiction).

Naturvie is made from the Cornezuelo varietal, an interesting old school olive that’s unique to that area. All the olives for this oil are taken from trees planted no later than the year 1800. You read that right. All the trees in use are over two hundred years old. This isn’t just a nice story—very old trees of this sort have very low yields but produce oils with very interesting, complex flavors. The olives are handpicked and then delivered to the press in under three hours. The complexity of the oil’s flavor reflects the age of the trees, the care taken in handling and the quickness of the press. The flavor of the Naturvie oil is an interesting blend of sweet and spicy, almond and olive . . . really a very nice oil and one that’s little known here in the US.

Pasolivo from the California CoastPasolivo from the California Coast
I’ve had a long and very rewarding relationship with this oil. I’ve loved this oil since the first day I tasted it, which is probably ten years ago now. At the time, California oils were just beginning to move towards the top shelf spot they now have earned. I first tried it at a food show in San Francisco, and we had it here five or six months later. It’s made in Paso Robles in central California by Joeli Yaguda from Tuscan varietals, which means a green, peppery, big ol’ olive flavor characteristic of the Chianti region of north central Italy. All the olives are handpicked and then pressed on the farm’s own Pieralisi press within hours of being taken off the tree. Seriously, the oil’s been exceptional every year that we’ve had it. I eat it regularly now just as I did when we first started getting it—a sign to me that it’s a product that’s got serious quality issues (in a GOOD way!).

Over the last two years, Joeli has worked hard to develop a special Pasolivo tin. While pretty much the entire industry has long since been going out in bottles, Joeli’s become convinced that the best way to care for the oil is to store it in tin, away from the damage caused by light. Of course the rest of the industry has stayed away from tin to avoid having to deal with consumer confusion—tins historically have had a less than high-quality connotation. Stereotypes here, as in most things, have their holes. While there are certainly low-end, not-great oils that are sold in tins, the truth is that there are modern-era tins that allow for far better product storage and care. And so rather than go with the flow, Joeli went ahead and did what she felt was the right thing for the oil.

Over the years, I’ve gotten to know Joeli—in fact, we’ve become good friends, appreciating the better parts of the food world, laughing together through adversity when it’s arrived. Recently, it seems she’s had more than what I’d say is her fair share of the latter. Sometimes not so great stuff happens to really great people. So . . . really out of the fact that a) I’ve long loved the oil, b) I really like Joeli and c) I’d like to support both her and their product in a time of need, I’m putting the word out to everyone I know to buy and support Pasolivo. I am. It’s on my counter for high frequency personal consumption. And it’s on my gift list—along with the Naturvie and Owens Creek oils—to send to friends around the country this fall.

Two Vinegars
It’s hard to go on about great oil without getting into vinegars to pair with ‘em. Again, my list of favorites is far too long to even come close to getting them all on here—but here are a couple on my mind for the moment.

Txakoli VinegarTxakoli Vinegar
Rarely seen but really, really good vinegar from the Basque Country in northern Spain. We spent, literally, nearly three years working to get this special, small-production vinegar over here; I’m glad we did because I’ve been partaking in it regularly since it arrived. Made mostly from the indigenous Basque grape variety Hondarribi Zuri, Txakoli (pronounced CHA-koh-lee) is the everyday wine of the region. The wine itself is fresh, light, a bit honeylike, but without being at all too sweet. It’s the work of a winemaker by the name of Emilio Luengas, who set to work on it nearly ten years ago. Sr. Luengas and his colleagues make only about 1200 liters of the vinegar a year—it’s a story you’ve heard around here so many hundreds of times over the years that it should probably make it into some sort of Zingerman’s mantra: supply is small, flavor is really big, I love it and I hope you will too. It’s not like anyone NEEDS this vinegar to live, but it sure is delicious, and a great gift for anyone you know who likes special stuff.
Joseph VinegarJoseph Vinegar
It’s like five years now since I first accidentally stumbled on this amazing Australian vinegar in a small shop in Melbourne. Seriously, it’s amazing stuff. Sweet, rich, complex, delicious, mouth-watering, marvelous. For everyone who loves balsamic vinegar, I wish only that you’d take a small taste of the Grilli family’s little known jewel. It’s not balsamic and it’s not meant to be but some of that same soft, sensual, hard-to-steer-clear-of-once-you’ve-had-it sweetness is there. To make the vinegar the Grillis, take the fresh grape must from just-harvested Colombard grapes and then cook it down over open wood fires to half its original volume. I actually got to watch the process in person when I was there. The fire and the cooking were set up on the edge of the vineyards; within about an hour of our arrival it had cooked down about 20 percent. They then add more grape must (juice) to top things off and cook it all down again. The next day they set the reduced must into previously-used-for-wine, oak barrels where it then stays for a period of years. In the barrels it starts to turn into the rustic sort of sherry-like wine that Italians call “vino cotto,” or “cooked wine.”

The Grillis then blend this vino cotto with old vinegar along with corks that have been sitting in the old vinegar that’s already aged up in other barrels. The corks basically act like a starter would in bread or cheese; they bring the old cultures into play and help begin the conversion and flavor development. It takes about twelve months for the conversion to take place using this traditional process. In total, the vinegar is aged in the barrels for at least five years. While we were watching the fresh grape must cook, Joe made us bruschetta the way his grandparents did it for him when he was growing up. Bread toasted over the wood fire of the grill, dressed with a bit of olive oil, sea salt and lots of the vinegar. It’s really great. Excellent with some anchovies on top as well. While I’m sure the majority of Americans will live their lives just fine without ever tasting it, the truth is that if you like fine food I really believe this is a DON’T MISS product.

Butternut Squash Seed OilButternut Squash Seed Oil from Stony Brook Farms
One of the best new foods I’ve tasted this year. Made in upstate New York by Greg Woodworth and Kelly Coughlin, by pressing the seeds of locally grown butternut squash. This is one of those easy to use, truly delicious foods that no one you know is likely to be able to identify but is almost as likely to fall in love with. I did. It’s very rich and a little goes a long ways. I was writing about it last summer when I started to think of it as the “foie gras of finishing oils.”

If you try the oil, start with the visuals. Pour a little on a white plate or into a glass bowl where you can see it’s full spectrum. It’s kind of deepish gold in color with a hint of green shimmering just under the surface. If olive oil is on the green end of that oft-used “green-gold” color descriptor, the squash oil is on the other end. It’s only a teeny bit green, mostly gold and deep, dark, a touch mysterious maybe but actually almost luminescent if you let it sit in the sunlight. Texturally, it’s really thick—a lot more so I think than olive oil. If you put your nose near it, it has a great aroma, something akin to the smell of caramelized squash when you take it out of the sauté pan.
The oil is really rich, buttery, nutty, nice nose, a touch toasty. It’s almost pine nutty, if that’s actually an adjective, with a very clean finish. Salad is an obvious option, but it’s great drizzled onto fish, sautéed, roasted or steamed vegetables, and quite excellent on mozzarella with roasted peppers. Outstanding, actually, on avocados with some blue cheese and toasted walnuts.

Marieke’s Gouda from WisconsinMarieke’s Gouda from Wisconsin
I think when I first met Marieke Penterman it was at a little cheese gathering outside of Madison. She and her husband, Rolf, were only just getting going in their new business. They’d arrived a few years earlier from the Netherlands, coming over in the hope that they’d have an easier time finding land on which they could farm, and then, eventually make cheese with the milk. When I first tried it, the cheese was already good. Happily though, that was just at the beginning. When I tasted her cheese again a year or so later it blew me away. Her year-old raw milk Wisconsin gouda was really something special. The couple, their five young kids and their herd of cows all come together to make what I feel like now is one of the country’s most tip top tastiest hard cheeses I’ve tasted in a long time. Buttery, caramelly, complex—an amazing after dinner treat for cheese lovers or a great way to warm up for pretty much any meal! Makes a great gift for almost anyone who loves good cheese!

Two Breads I’m Really High On

Roadhouse Bread Roadhouse Bread
Although literally almost every day I come across some customer who’s just “discovered it,” the Roadhouse bread has been my solid Bakehouse favorite now for the last two or three years. It was actually a favorite of 18th and 19th century New Englanders, but for whatever odd reasons of historical trends, has completely fallen out of fashion. Back then it was known as “Rye ‘n’ Indian” or also “Thirded Bread.” Here we just call it Roadhouse bread since that’s where we serve so much of it. A mix of wheat, rye and corn, subtly sweetened up with a bit of molasses, it’s really quite excellent. I, as you might already know, like it in the very large 2 kilo loaf. Even though I live alone that’s how I buy it; the loaves last up to about two weeks sitting in a paper bag on the counter so don’t be too worried about shelf life if you like bread. The bigger loaves just taste way better. They’re particularly well suited to shipping! I’m also a big fan of very dark crusts—the darker the crust, the more the natural sugars in the grain caramelize and the better the bread tastes! If you haven’t had this great bread yet, ask for a taste next time you’re in the Bakeshop or Deli. If you go the Roadhouse, you’ll probably get it in the bread basket that comes to the table. One way or another, check it out! It’s a great old American bread that’s ready to grace your table this holiday.
Hand-Rolled Farm BreadHand-Rolled Farm Bread
We’ve been baking this bread for over 18 years now and it’s long been one of my favorites. But thanks to leadership of Zingerman’s Bakehouse co-managing partner, Frank Carollo, and the hard work of the bread bakers, we’ve taken it up a notch in the last six months by going back to the oldstyle hand-rolling. It’s the same move we made—with equally marvelous results—last year with our French baguettes. What’s always been very good, gets notably better almost overnight. You really can tell the difference. The farm is just a touch nicer in texture, a bit more alive in the flavor. As with the Roadhouse bread, I like it in the bigger 3-pound loaves with very dark crust. Order one up and enjoy!
Nick Spencer’s Old Style  British Bacon Nick Spencer’s Old Style British Bacon
I don’t have room here to give you the full story, but for the moment let me give you the highlights. British marketing man Nick Spencer marries a nice American woman and moves to the U.S. Missing his morning “rashers,” he eventually decides he’s going to try making his own. Using old style, dry-curing techniques and pork from sustainably raised heirloom hogs, he begins making traditional British bacon. Six months later, Nick’s driven up from Chicago to speak and share his story here at Camp Bacon and the Deli starts selling his sliced bacon by the pound. British expats everywhere (including Jamie Cameron who works behind the cheese counter, which I’m starting to think we should rename “the bacon counter”) love it and tell me regularly how much it reminds them of home. If you’ve been to Britain and had a traditional breakfast, you’ve had some version of this old-style back bacon. More likely than not though, you’ve not had one made from this quality of pork and using the traditional dry cure. It’s very different from American belly bacon—the British style is leaner and not smoked—but for those who are wired that way (like Nick and pretty much every other English man and woman I’ve ever met) . . . Nick Spencer’s bacon is sort of like coming home.

For more on British bacon see chapter 3 in Zingerman’s Guide to Better Bacon.

Cristal Peppers Cristal Peppers from the Basque Country
The little known cousin of the much loved (by me at least) Piquillo peppers from the Basque Country. If you like roasted red peppers a lot DO NOT MISS these. I’m serious—they are that good. I could eat a whole jar with little more than a sprinkle of sea salt, a splash of good olive oil and a loaf of bread from the Bakehouse. If you’re having company, you will most definitely get the attention of anyone who loves great food simply by buying a jar and putting these beautiful deep red peppers out on a small plate with the above-mentioned sea salt and olive oil.
Farmhouse Parmigiano-ReggianoFarmhouse Parmigiano-Reggiano
While there are hundreds of dairies in the Parma region making solidly good and officially certified Parmigiano-Reggiano, not all those cheeses are of equal quality. A small minority of the many producers do all the little things that take a cheese up to the top. We’ve been buying ours from this same special dairy for probably fifteen years now, and it remains really, really good. I have a piece on my counter at home that caught my attention; not easy to do for someone who’s been eating Parmigiano-Reggiano regularly for twenty years. You REALLY can taste the difference!!
Almond Pound Cake Almond Pound Cake from the Bakehouse
This is one that I wouldn’t have expected to fall in love with. Not that I thought it would be bad. It’s just that almond-type desserts aren’t typically my thing. But you know what, it’s really exceptionally good. Rich, moist and packed with pure almond paste. Apparently, we’ve been making it for years for the wedding cakes. “We all loved eating the trimmings,” Amy Emberling, co-managing partner at the Bakehouse, said. “And then,” she added, “we started wondering if we shouldn’t just make it to eat on its own.“

I’m glad the Bakehouse crew decided to go with it. It really is great. The texture is terrific. It’s like a cake with no “low notes.” All the action is from the tongue on up and lilting into the nose—it’s got great aromatics and a light delicate clean finish. It’s so flavorful it’s a real treat all by itself. Or, try it with a little raspberry sauce, a dusting of powdered sugar or a scoop of coffee gelato. It’s akin to an angelfood cake, but a bit more down to earth. Maybe it’s what the angels eat when they’re kicking back over coffee on their day off?

I guess I’ve taken this cake on too because I kind of like upstarts. And, seriously, this stuff could give our other coffeecakes—the original (super best-selling) sourcream, lemon poppyseed, hot cocoa cake and (my other current favorite) the gingerbread—a very good run for their money. Of course, working with an abundance mentality, as I always try to do, that’s not a bad thing—there’s more than enough coffeecake love (and quality-oriented customers) to go around. Adding one more great coffeecake to the Bakehouse mix can only strengthen our mix (get it?) for all involved. From the local economy to the spirit of those who snack on it to those who are adamant in their passion for all things almond, this stuff is pretty easy to pick as a winner!

Ethiopian Sidamo Natural  Process Guji Coffee  Ethiopian Sidamo Natural Process Guji Coffee
Speaking of coffee . . . Allen Leibowitz, co-managing partner at the Coffee Company has been very high on the recently arrived Ethiopian and I’m inclined to agree. One thing I’ve learned with coffees is that every brewing method makes for a different tasting cup. While brewing won’t make a bad coffee good, it can make a good coffee bad. And while a great coffee is probably delicious however you brew it, certain styles of brewing seem to lend themselves to certain coffees. In this case, it’s the Chemex method—it makes for a really clean, softly nutty, delicious cup of coffee with a nice touch of subtle flavor of berries (I’d have to say blue or blackberries if you want to know; that said, I’m talking subtle here—it’s definitely not anything remotely like a berry smoothie). Really quite tasty.

“I’ve always loved Ethiopian coffees,” Allen shared. “We cupped dozens of them this summer, and this was the one we picked. Honestly, we tried some that cost three times what this one did, but this is the one we liked. It’s a natural process coffee. It’s from Guji, which is an area inside the region of Sidamo. We roast it very light; a bit darker and you lose all of that berry flavor. We actually discovered that by unfortunately overroasting a batch just a bit and it lost all that berry flavor. But I really don’t think that we’ve ever had a better Ethiopian at any price.”

Christmas Cookie Club – an Ann Pearlman/Zingerman’s Production
This is our second year of offering this special gift package based on local author Ann Perlman’s best selling novel, The Christmas Cookie Club. I like pretty much the whole package. I like Ann, I like that her two daughters used to work at the Roadhouse. I like that a local author who has lit up national headlines nevertheless chose to let us do the cookies (even though I’m sure she could have quickly found fifty lower-end, far bigger bakeries to do it with). I like that the story is about getting support—it’s about a group of women who get together regularly to share cookies and support. The cookies they make mostly get donated to folks in need in the community. The book came out last year and is now available in paperback, along with a follow-up, The Christmas Cookie Cookbook: All the Rules and Delicious Recipes to Start Your Own Holiday Cookie Club, and the movie is in the works.

On top of all that, each package is filled with a great set of cookies, all sealed up in a beautiful box to boot. In addition to thin little ginger crisps and pecan butterballs which are out of Ann’s book, there are also some of my long time favorites—the mint chocolate shortbread from the Bakehouse. This trio of tasty treats is packed into a book-like box designed by our graphics crew. The whole thing—especially if you pair it up with a copy of Ann’s book—would clearly make a great gift for anyone who likes to read and eat cookies, which is probably a pretty high percentage of people out in the Zingerman’s universe. Stay tuned for the Wendy Finerman-produced (Forrest Gump and The Devil Wears Prada among other famous films) movie, which is likely to start filming next fall! Ann’s been pushing hard to have the filming done here in Ann Arbor so hopefully that will work out. In the meantime, come on by and taste a cookie and celebrate some nice local success and the start of a sweet holiday season!

Going Rogue—Bean to Bar Chocolates from MinnesotaGoing Rogue—Bean to Bar Chocolates from Minnesota
A great set of chocolate bars from Colin Gasko up in Minneapolis. Working from beans all the way through to bars, he’s doing a fantastic job of getting full flavor into his chocolates. Colin’s crafting several different bars, but I’m particularly partial right now to his Hispaniola. Few folks know the name but it’s actually the Caribbean island on which two modern day nation states—Haiti to the west, and the Dominican Republic to the east—currently coexist. The cacao for this bar comes from the latter, from a small, quality-focused co-op. The native peoples on the island were Tainos. Columbus and crew appeared in 1492 and started the process of pushing them out and bringing European influence to bear. The people became independent (again) in 1821, were quickly conquered by Haiti, and then fought a war of independence against the Haitians in 1844. The island is actually best known here at Zingerman’s because of Carlos Souffront, Deli cheese master extraordinaire, who was born there.

The key of course (I don’t really know why I bother saying it any more) is how it tastes, which I think is terrific. Everyone’s taste is, of course, their own but I’m liking this one a lot. Very nice texture—a touch on the less creamy side of things. In a good way. It’s sort of a sturdier chocolate I think than many—kind of sleek, modern Scandinavian. Not soft and overtly sensual in tropical sort of way, but more like the lines of Danish modern design.

El Rustico Chocolate BarsEl Rustico Chocolate Bars from Shawn Askinosie
It’s been I think three years since Shawn Askinosie started making this special bar. I loved it then and the truth is that I love it still, three years further down the road. I bought a bar the morning that I sat down to start writing this piece, and I looked forward to it all day. Dark chocolate that starts with the cacao that Shawn has personally gone down and sourced from the Soconusco region of Mexico (known since the Aztec era for the quality of its cacao) with hand-chopped bits of organic vanilla bean laced into it. Where most bars that use vanilla have it in there like background vocals, when the El Rustico goes on stage the chocolate and vanilla are singing a strong, well-balanced duet. Tangling lovingly. Delicious. My usual—full flavor, good balance, long finish. Sounds like a good recipe for living life now that I think about it. Buy a bar. Eat a square. Appreciate the work that the growers in Mexico and Shawn and his staff in Missouri have made happen. The only work we have to do with it here is to focus fully on enjoying when we nibble on it. No? Get going. Eat.
Zingerman’s Creamery  Cream Cheese Zingerman’s Creamery Cream Cheese
A classic here too, the Creamery cream cheese is ten years in the making and I love this more than ever. There’s no way around it. I feel fortunate to have it. 99.999999 percent of the American population is living in what, in essence you might say, is some sort of original cream cheese sin; Most people have no idea that they’ve never had a chance to eat the real thing, the way it was made before all the stabilizers and stuff were added. They don’t realize it but they’ve never tasted cream cheese the way it was once made. The scene is actually so dismal that . . . it’s, I guess, akin to the way it is with wild rice—but probably worse. Hardly anyone knows that real cream cheese (as it was made over a century ago) even exists in 2010, let alone has the chance to eat it. Anyways, it’s been ages since I’ve written about this stuff so I decided it was time to get it out there again. Woe to the artisan producer who fails to tell his or her story regularly.

Will everyone love it as much I do? Probably not but . . . that’s their prerogative. Not everyone loves farmhouse cheddar or real rye bread or dark chocolate either and that doesn’t make them bad people. Just means they probably eat a lot differently than I do. And no one who grew up just fine on Philadelphia Cream Cheese is walking around worrying because they can’t find some handmade alternative that costs like six times as much. But for those of us who’ve had it, who eat in the know, the factory made cheese is to the artisan version from the Creamery (or if you have someone else near you that makes it) what Jim Northrup’s driveway rice (see page 10) would be to the really wild wild stuff he sent us from Perch Lake.

Details? The Creamery crew makes it all by hand using milk and cream from the Calder family’s farm, about 45 minutes southeast of us. Fresh milk is set with vegetarian rennet, ladled into linen bags, allowed to drain naturally, lightly salted and lastly enriched with fresh cream. The flavor is very, very good. If you’re like me and you taste it regularly you know what I’m talking about. No offense to the really amazing gelato that Josh and the creamery crew make, but I’m a savory eater not a sweet eater and I’d honestly rather eat a nice cream cheese “cone” more than I would a similarly sized one of gelato. That may sound crazy but it’s true. A scoop of cream cheese on a cone would be a good way to start the day. Of course you don’t have to have it on the cone—just put it on a Bakehouse bagel or a slice of the Caraway Rye (I go for one cut from the 2 kilo loaf which comes at the end of each week—it’s not formally on the iPhone calendar or in the Old Testament, but Friday, as a few of you I’m sure have already found out, is Ryeday!)

Of course the other great thing about this cream cheese is that it’s an extremely excellent base for a dip or spread. If you’re thinking holiday entertaining or just making a sandwich for lunch, it’s hard to do better. A bit Tunisian harissa sauce from the Mahjoub family; a spoonful of Italian olive paste. A bit of jam or jelly of your choice… or order a cone of it at the Creamery!

Zingerman’s Bakehouse BagelsZingerman’s Bakehouse Bagels
Speaking of which, I am ever more appreciative of the bagels from the Bakehouse. Frank and the bread bakers have continually worked to improve on an already very good product. And of late, there are those who find the traditional techniques to make a bagel yeild a product that’s a bit too chewy for their taste and . . . that’s their call. But having tasted bagels all over the place, there are few of the old style ones left standing. I’ll say, from the heart, that these are some of the best bagels.

A few weeks ago a woman stopped me to say that our bagels were the closest thing she can get to the much-loved Montreal bagels she grew up on and that they were the only ones here she would eat. Given that few Americans know that Montreal is the alternative capital of the bagel world, I’ll just say that that’s quite a compliment. Montrealers take their bagels every bit as seriously as New Yorkers (they just don’t make remotely as much noise about it). Anyways, very few folks in America get the chance to eat hand-shaped, truly boiled, baked on boards and then stone hearth bagels. I feel fortunate to be one of them. Toast one
up today.

Christmas Berry Honey from HawaiiChristmas Berry Honey from Hawaii
Having just spent six days in Maui earlier this fall (doing ZingTrain work with the Old Lahaina Luau group—they’re great, in case you’re going), I’ve got a much-heightened sense of Hawaii. We were fortunate to be working with folks who have a strong love and dedication to Hawaiian history, language, tradition, and food, all of which radically enhanced the richness of our experience. I’m working on getting a few Maui products into our businesses, but in the moment this is one of my favorites from the islands. It’s too good and too timely (Christmas berry?) to pass up. Great butterscotchy flavor, it’s a late season honey which means that the yields are very low.

The plant came to the islands originally from Brazil. It’s in the evergreen family, grows to about six feet with lavender to white flowers and bright red, Christmas-colored berries. Birds apparently are big on eating the berries. The bees like to land on the blossoms. I like to eat the honey they end up with! Very good by the spoonful, in tea or with cheese—try it with that Comte or a bit of Marieke Penterman’s Wisconsin raw milk gouda.

Aji Amarillo: Amazing Yellow Chile Aji Amarillo: Amazing Yellow Chile from Peru
Some people get excited about big TV appearances and book releases. I get going when we’re able to get really amazing but almost unknown (in Ann Arbor) traditional foods from other parts of the world. So with that in mind I’m super psyched that this amazing chile has arrived in Ann Arbor from Peru. Aji Amarillo means “yellow chile,” but don’t let the rather mundane literal translation lead you to underestimate its importance in the homeland of the Incas. To quote Betsy Power, our importer who’s grown ever more passionate about Peruvian foods in the last few years, “It’s the soul of Peruvian cooking.”

While I haven’t yet been in person (I’ll get there soon, don’t worry), I’m getting the sense that Aji Amarillo is to Peru what green chile is to New Mexico. While the latter likely means little to those who don’t haven’t spent time in the Land of Enchantment (see the essay I wrote on it ages ago on the Roadhouse website), I’ll just say that visiting New Mexico during chile season it is a big deal. It’s in everyone’s home. It’s on every menu and at every market; New Mexicans long for it when they’re away from home for more than a few days. I’m getting the sense that much the same is true for Aji Amarillo. Rick Bayless taught me ages ago that chiles are actually the key to the flavors of the food in many Central and South American dishes. Although up here we tend to think of the chiles as accent, in their respective homelands, chiles are actually the key flavors on the plate, not the pork, poultry, beef, or fish that might get more attention up here. Basically chiles are the chimes that ring the bell of Latin American cooking.

This particular source, through the work of the above-mentioned Betsy Power, comes from one of the first organic farms in Peru. They’re near Chincha, grown at the edge of the Peruvian desert. It sounds like they’ve done some very nice work to train local growers in organic techniques, provide health care and infrastructure. The flavor of the Aji Amarillo is hot for sure, though not enough to smoke you out. Well, that’s a personal judgment—everyone’s heat preference is their own. For me at least . . . Aji Amarillo is notably hot without searing my senses. It’s got a light, slightly citrusy flavor to go with the heat.

Peru is probably the homeland of the original chiles. They use any number of chiles but as Betsy Power put it so nicely, the Aji Amarillo is the star of their chile show. Use it in ceviche for sure. I’ve been doing a simple chile sauce (a bit of olive oil, warmed, with a touch of flour stirred in and then ground yellow chile added. Stir in a bit of warm water. Simmer softly for a few minutes. Add a bit of sea salt to taste). I like it with . . . pretty much everything! Fish, scallops, vegetables, meat of most every sort. Comes in a paste too so you can spread it on sandwiches. If you like pepper jelly, you could up the Aji ante a bit and spread it on some slices of rustic Italian bread with your favorite jam. Chile and jelly sandwiches.

Really Wild Wild RiceReally Wild Wild Rice
It’s probably been ten years now since I wrote the chapter on really wild wild rice in Zingerman’s Guide to Good Eating. But this all-American food has been on my mind and my table a lot again of late, inspired in part by dialoguing with Meg Noori, who teaches Ojibwe at U-M and is doing amazing work to get language down in writing and up in regular use. (Email me and I’ll fill you in on my covert campaign to make Michigan the “Aanii State.”) But in the moment I’ll share a couple or six key points about what makes this totally traditional aquatic grass (yes, wild rice is not a rice; you can chalk the name up to more confusion from the early European settlers here—they thought it looked like rice so that’s the name it got.) so good.

Confusion remains the norm even now, hundreds of years later. The problem today is that hardly any of what’s sold as “wild rice” in this country is actually wild any more. Sad but true, something like 90 percent of the product sold from supermarket shelves and cooked in restaurant kitchens is actually an odd cultivated (that’s right, not wild) cousin. While the latter probably isn’t genetically modified, it easily could be. The total truth is that the real thing—really wild wild rice—and what amounts to a commercial counterfeit—have almost nothing in common other than a modestly shared appearance and half a name. It’s some sort of agro-culinary silliness without the soul. The commercial bastardization of the authentic article is basically baseless. I’m sure at some out of touch (and out of tune) level, the people who did the work to make it happen were nice enough. But those who grow it, have, I think ended up in a situation that is akin to marketing goldfish (crackers) as wild salmon. The shape and color are kind of the similar and the word “fish” is on the label of each, but beyond that . . . you tell me?

Just to get the point across again before I move on to the more positive part of this—telling you about how great the real stuff really is—Jim Northrup, author of Rez Road has sworn off even using the name wild rice. He says it’s been so degraded as to be basically banned from his conversation and his regular newspaper column. Instead he’ll only use the Ojibwe word for it, Manoonmin. He also told me that on the reservation in Minnesota, the cultivated paddy grown stuff from California is known as “driveway rice”—you can use it, he says, like rock salt on the road when it gets slippery.

By contrast is honestly probably one of the world’s most spiritually-sound, culinarily-compelling, historically-interesting foods. There are, of course, many others and I’m not trying to rank them. I just merely want to continue to convey how special really wild wild rice is. As I said above, really wild wild rice is not actually rice—it’s an aquatic grass that’s native to much of the northern part of North America. Having had its habitat encroached upon by the sprawl of modern cities and pollution problems, it’s now mostly found in Minnesota (some still here in Michigan, the Aanii State) and then a good bit up in Canada. It grows (this is the real stuff, not the substitute) on the lakes and rivers and is harvested every year in late summer or early autumn depending on the sun and other good stuff like that.

Really wild wild rice is still totally hand gathered—two humans, a canoe, one long pole to push, two sticks to “knock” the rice into the front of the canoe, one “Creator” (to use the Ojibwe term), a little luck, and a good bit of skill. Ricers have their secret spots in the same way fly fisherfolk do. The “green” rice is gathered, parched, husked, winnowed and dried for storage. Unlike the pseudo stuff (which takes upwards of an hour to cook and still isn’t really done—see the Jim Northrup quote in the Guide to Good Eating) the real thing is actually incredibly convenient. It’s an enormous amount of work to gather and get ready to eat, but once we buy it, it’s actually naturally fast once you get it into the kitchen. Just put it in boiling water and simmer with some salt for about 15-20 minutes (times vary depending on the lake and the vintage), drain and eat.

Honestly I kind of like to eat it just like that. Simple. Delicious. It’s nutty, its nice. It’s subtly earthy. Beautifully in balance and extremely clean, with a lovely long finish. So yeah . . . I really kind of just like it the way it is, either as a main course, or on the side with most anything else. But I wouldn’t be a good Ojibwe-phile if I didn’t like to dress it with either a bit of hot bacon fat or, alternatively, some maple sugar (or syrup, which is, of course, just maple sugar with more liquid left in). In fact, it’s actually good with a bit of both; I guess it’s an Ojibwe alternative to a bacon and pancake breakfast.

On top of all that, really wild wild rice is a very healthy food. Look it up online—I’ll spare you the nutritional details here since space is short. It’s also an enormously important element in Ojibwe history, culture, religion and economics, all in one amazing, native American (or Native American depending on how you want to hear the word) food. I just ate a little bowlful for my midday snack and I’m totally satiated.

In the moment, I’m eating the stuff we have at the Roadhouse which came, literally, from Jim Northrup’s personal stash from this past summer’s “ricing.” I can’t really tell you that a great writer’s rice is necessarily going to be better than any other ricer’s, but Jim’s been ricing for nearly six decades now, and at least I think Jim’s is exceptionally delicious.

Fresh Candy from Zingerman’s  Candy Manufactory Fresh Candy from Zingerman’s Candy Manufactory
It’s kind of strange when you think about it, but actually a couple entire generations of Americans have been raised without ever eating fresh candy. Seriously, while per capita candy consumption is probably higher than ever, the truth is that unless you work in the factory and get to take home some seconds from that day’s production, no one in the U.S. is eating fresh candy. Not surprisingly—artisan candy is a food like any other—you can most definitely taste the difference the freshness makes. How do I know? Because we have our own little artisan Candy Manufactory, right here in Ann Arbor which means we all get to consume candy that was made within a matter of days and weeks.

On top of the freshness factor, the other thing hardly any Americans have gotten to eat is candy made from really great ingredients. While nearly every other element of the food world has been elevated in the last twenty years thanks to the work of all the amazing artisans in the US (including those within our own organization at the Bakehouse, Creamery, Candy and Coffee companies), candy remains something that is still almost always only consumed in its mass market, highly industrialized commercial form. Thanks to the work of Charlie Frank and his little crew (thanks Sara!) at the Candy Manufactory you and I are able to avoid that problem. We get to eat fresh Zzang! artisan candy bars, made from the same kind of excellent, full-flavored ingredients that we use everywhere else in the Zingerman’s Community. And not surprisingly, you can totally taste the difference. It’s a rare day that goes by that some first time candy taster here doesn’t declare something along the lines of “Wow! I’m never going back to the other stuff!”

If you haven’t had a chance to taste a handmade Zzang! bar—we have four varieties: Original, Ca$hew Cow, What the Fudge? and Wowza—definitely stop by the Bakehouse, Deli, Coffee Co. or Roadhouse and ask for a taste today. If you’re not near here, check the Candy Manufactory website to see which towns across the country now have local shops selling them. And if you’re looking for a gift for a candy lover near and dear to you, don’t miss out on the new four-packs with the special gift card insert. Easy way to win friends and influence people in a very fresh, full-flavored traditional way!

Two-Year-Old Comte CheeseTwo-Year-Old Comte Cheese from Valoreille
Comte is hardly new on our counters. This isn’t really even from a new source—we’ve been buying this classic mountain cheese from Eastern France from friend Daphne Zepos and the folks at the Fort St. Antoine for many years now. But this batch is so good as to be impossible not to include here. I gave it a wholehearted 9.8 on a ten-point scale, and I’m not an easy grader. The Deli retail crew liked it so much they sold half a wheel in the first few days the cheese was in. Lest you think that’s not all that impressive you should know that each handmade round of Comte comes in at about 80-plus pounds.

This outstandingly compelling Comte comes from a fruitiere (village creamery) called Valoreille, right in the middle of Valoreille village, very close to the Swiss border, about 1200 feet up. If you’ve never had a good wheel of Comte (or even if you have) I would all out totally really recommend getting over to the Deli to do up with a bit of this one. Seriously, it’s that good. While mass market Comte can be rather on the mild side of things in a “nice but who needs it?” kind of way, these wheels from Valoreille are something special. They’re gutsy without being over the top, clearly in the same family as say Gruyere. Nutty, buttery, bold, this is the kind of Comte that puts its arms around you and gives you a big hug or a firm handshake, all the while holding meaningful eye contact. Honestly I’ve been eating it just as is along with some buttered French Mountain Bread (from the 2 kilo loaf). But it’s great on salad with toasted walnuts and walnut oil. Or in a fondue Comtoise for some cold weather entertaining. Supremely good cheese. Check it out ASAP!

First Flush Darjeeling JungpanaFirst Flush Darjeeling Jungpana
On the list of top ten questions I get asked almost every week, there’s almost always some version of: “If you could only take one ___ to a deserted island what would it be?” I think of it more like if I could only take one thing to an all day meeting; no offense to nature but the odds of me getting stranded on some island with nothing on it are next to nil, whereas, not complaining, the odds of sitting through an all day planning session are fairly high. Which is why the radically more relevant question actually could be,“If I could take only one tea with me to an all day partner offsite, which one would it be?” The likely answer, right now at least? Although there are actually half a dozen teas I’d actually happily take with me to the meeting, what I’ve been drinking for the last few days has been the new season—2010—First Flush Darjeeling. This year it’s from the Jungpana estate in West Bengal. Even for mountainous regions, the Jungpana garden is particularly hard to get to. There was no road going in to it until recently. The tea came out and supplies went in only by mule. Today the tea still has to be carried down five hundred feet on 380 concrete steps to get to the road.

Anyways, all that background left aside, the reality is that First Flush Darjeeling has long been one of my favorite teas. And this one’s making me really happy. Better, I think than any I’ve had in a long time. Amber. Alive. Nutty. Hard to describe. Like a lock with fifteen tumblers. Starts out turning your taste buds one way, then back a bit, then back in the direction you started out in. “Mysteries of the universe” might be excessive, but it really does have a kind of hard to describe, full mouthfeel that sort of spreads out first sideways, then slowly from there to the top and down the bottom. It’s a long nice finish that sits well on the palate. It has some of the tannins that I like a lot. If you don’t like them, first flush probably isn’t the tea for you. Vanessa Sly (the Deli’s tea mistress) and I have tasted dozens and dozens of Darjeelings over the years. Interestingly both of us decided independently we loved this one way more than any of the others. If you want something more well-rounded, I’d day stick with Yunnan or Second Flush Darjeeling (don’t get me wrong—I like those too). But if you want a tea that will take you radically left of center, intentionally out of balance in a way that will lift your taste buds out of any spell in the middle of the market, this tea’s for you!

The Historical Twists and Turns of Traditional Pasta

Monday, March 22nd, 2010 by Zingerman's Deli


“Everything you see, I owe to spaghetti.” —Sophia Loren

“And art is always about relationship — to the material, to the self, and to the world in all its chaos and intrusion, its terror and its glory.” —Jeanette Winterson

Weird things happen when I least expect them. I was lying in bed, lamenting having had my third surgery in two months and working my way through the Sunday New York Times, when I came across a piece by Jeanette Winterson buried in the back of the Book Review.

“Art,” she wrote, “is always about relationship.”

It made me think anew about this little piece I’ve been writing about pasta for the last three or four months. Made me realize that what I’ve been writing is — as she says — mostly about relationships. In fact, it’s about a lot more relationships than I’d even realized. The obvious one here is Zingerman’s relationship with a little company from Italy’s east coast called Rustichella, whose pasta we’ve been buying and selling (and I’ve been eating) for nearly twenty years now. But this story is also about the relationship of a boy — Gianluigi Peduzzi, who runs Rustichella — with his grandfather, who started the company in 1924. And it’s also about Italy’s relationship with pasta, mostly the less glamorous parts — you know, the stuff that might look pretty and positive on the surface but, you find out when you dig a bit deeper into the past, wasn’t always so rosy. Lastly, I suppose, it’s about my own relationship with pasta, and with history and families.

Pasta has long been pretty prominent on my list of regular foods as an adult and a cook. When I’m having a rough day, I almost always steer back to pasta. For me — and I know I’m not alone — it’s at the top of my comfort food list. I love the stuff, for whatever reasons. When I flip through food books, it’s almost always pasta recipes that catch my eye. Over the years I’ve studied it, written about it, sold a lot of it and taught classes on it. I’ve also traveled around Italy and visited some of the country’s best artisan pasta makers.

Last July I had the pleasure — culinary, cultural and educational — of visiting the Peduzzi family, makers of the excellent Rustichella pasta. What was an already excellent relationship is now far richer, more interesting. I now see — and appreciate — pasta, and the pastificio Rustichella d’Abruzzo, more than ever. Pasta for me will never be the same.

While most of us see spaghetti as pretty stable in an often undependable world, the reality is that pasta — the way it’s produced, cooked, consumed and perceived — has actually been changing all along. What’s different for me now is that, after my visit and six months of reflection, I’ll never forget that fact again.

Pasta is the quintessential Italian food, and Italians eat it in enormous quantities. Add in the fact that you’re making exceptionally good, notably-more-flavorful-than-the-stuff-in-the-supermarket, artisan pasta, like the much-loved-at-Zingerman’s Rustichella brand (“the one in the brown bag”)… and it seems like as straightforward a recipe for success as one could possibly script.

But 1924 — the year that Gianluigi Peduzzi’s grandfather, Gaetano Sergiacomo, got going in the pasta business — might have been one of the worst times in Italian history to start making pasta — maybe akin to opening a bank in 2008. Of course, history gives us 20-20 hindsight. But take a look back at some of the stuff that Gianluigi’s grandfather would likely have been talking over with his friends and relatives when he got home from work, all covered with flour, sweaty from making spaghetti in the hot Abruzzese heat, and — if his start-up experience was anything like all the ones I’ve been through — emotionally exhausted.

For openers, the economy in Italy in 1924, while not the worst the world has ever seen, pretty much sucked. More specific to Gaetano’s work, the wheat crop in 1924 was not good, and prices were going up and up, making commercially produced pasta difficult for the average Abruzzese to afford. Most people weren’t even used to going out to buy pasta back then.

While the pasta in places like Naples and Genoa — the capitals of commercial pasta making in Italy for many centuries — was much more commonly made by artisans and sold in shops or delivered to wealthier homes, in much of the country (like the Abruzzo), what most people were eating was still primarily homemade. Back in 1924, Gianluigi explained, “this pasta like my grandfather made was a luxury product and was mainly purchased and consumed on Sundays or during the holy days.” It was called pasta comprata (purchased pasta) to distinguish it from the pasta that people made every day at home.

And the raw materials apparently often weren’t all that great either. “The wheat,” Gianluigi told me, “was terrible. Only soft wheat.” This wasn’t really a new problem: the history of Italian pasta making shows a steady back and forth between people who could get the higher-quality, harder durum wheat, and those who were working the lower end of the quality scale. Many pastai at that time offered different grades of pasta, the best made with 100 percent pure durum semolina, gradually going down in quality and cost as more and more soft wheat was blended in.

The strange stylings of Italian politics compounded the problems. The majority of the top-grade grain used to make Italian pasta was imported, and Mussolini was adamant about reducing that amount. With less high-end grain to be had for pasta making, costs rose and quality fell — not good news for a quality-oriented pasta maker. Eating patriotically meant shifting one’s diet to polenta and rice. In 1928, the Fascist regime pushed its agenda even further by creating a National Rice Board and instituting National Rice Day. “Ricemobiles” were sent out all over the country to hand out free rice to homemakers to get them to put away the pasta and ring in a new, rice-based era of Italian culinary and economic independence.

One seeming upside might have been that the American appetite for pasta in the first decades of the twentieth century was on the increase, and the population of Italian immigrants here was ever more substantial — a new businessman might reasonably have dreamed about the potential of a big export market. Unfortunately, the closing of the shipping lanes during WWI, high wheat prices in Italy after the war and Mussolini’s Battle for Grain meant that high hopes for exports never panned out. In fact U.S. imports of pasta from Italy dropped drastically, sinking from 78,000 tons in 1913 to about a sixth of that level in 1928.

Pasta Past

Throughout, pasta remained pretty much a local product. Every town had its pasta factory, or maybe more than one; what we now call Rustichella was just one of the small pasta producers in the Abruzzo. “Until 1981,” Gianluigi told me, “almost 100 percent of our pasta was sold at the market in the town of Penne. The production was Monday to Friday, and the market was Saturday. The customers would come to the market at six in the morning, give the order and then come back to get the box at the end to go home.” Pasta at that time, by the way, was still pretty much all sold in bulk. As Gianluigi explained, “During that period pasta was sold loose and packed only at the moment of the purchase. The quality of the product was visible according to the color of the wrapping that was red or blue.” The sort of one-pound (or one-kilo) package we’re now so familiar with came to the U.S. only in the 1920s, and in most of Italy remained little known until our own era. “Gaetano Sergiacomo,” Gianluigi elaborated, “made our first paper bag, and still today this package characterizes our products, together with the brass studs.”

It’s worth noting that while the shapes of the pasta back in Gaetano’s era were pretty much what we’re familiar with today, the pasta itself probably didn’t taste exactly like what we’re used to. As Gianluigi said, most of the wheat available in the Abruzzo at the time wasn’t all that great. Even if the flavor of the grain itself was good, it can’t have been very consistent in the all-important-to-the-pasta-maker protein levels or gluten content. And while inconsistency probably wasn’t all that big of a deal when you were making pasta on the kitchen counter at home, it’s not conducive to making something special on a wider commercial scale.

It’s also important to understand that the times were changing in terms of technology. These days, the fact that small producers like Rustichella, Martelli and Cavalieri take upwards of two days to dry their pasta in machines made to work at fairly low temperatures is considered a marvel of modern-day artisan dedication. Their commercial competitors like Barilla and DeCecco do the drying in a matter of hours, yielding a pasta that’s basically “baked” and hence is brittle and breaks up during the cooking rather than retaining the chewy al dente texture that Gaetano would have liked.

A hundred years ago, though, two days wouldn’t even have been enough to get the work started — drying then took anywhere from two weeks to over a month! Done with only the sun and ambient air, the drying process took place in big open buildings, where racks (for shorter shapes like maccherone and penne) or carts with pasta hanging on poles (for long cuts like fettuccine, spaghetti and linguine) were left to set, and the moisture in the dough gradually evaporated. Under the right conditions, the racks were placed in the open air. Older Italian pasta makers still tell stories of how they had to watch the pasta to protect it from goats, dogs and other “predators.”

Three Steps to Good Drying
Back in that era, before computers or commercial machines had mechanized the process, drying was a difficult craft to master, akin to the skillful sensory work done by prosciutto makers, who adjust airflow as the temperature, wind and humidity change in order to achieve the ultimate in flavor through traditional curing. The same was true of drying pasta. The three stages of the pasta drying were:

1. Incartamento: This is when the drying created a natural crust on the outside of the still-soft pasta. Traditionally, this was done by putting racks of fresh pasta out into direct sunlight.

2. Rinvenimento: This second stage allowed the pasta to “recover” from its initial experience in the sun. The drying racks were put into a room that was about forty degrees cooler than during the incartamento. Pasta at this stage was stored as close to the floor as possible, or, alternatively, in cool cellars, where the lower temperature and higher humidity slightly softened
its crust.

3. Essiccazione definitiva: This “final drying” stage was usually done in shaded areas, often courtyards or attics, where the pasta was gradually dried most of the rest of the way through. For long pastas like linguine, this was particularly challenging — the pasta had to be shifted between warmer and cooler temperatures to get the drying just right. As with ham curing, the process could be managed by moving the pasta from one room to the next, or by opening or closing windows to catch the proper breezes.

You can see pretty quickly why dried pasta was a luxury item. At best, in settings where the climate was close to ideal, the necessary temperature swings could be obtained by simply sticking with the natural atmospheric changes over a period of a week or more. Drying in the winter, even in the South, took two to three times as long as it did in the summer, or in many areas couldn’t be done at all. Pasta that was to be shipped abroad was dried longer than that which was sold for local consumption in the reasonable belief that it needed to hold up longer.

With all that old-time drying in mind, imagine the pressure on production systems when — in the second half of the nineteenth and early part of the twentieth centuries — machinery was introduced that significantly speeded up the mixing and then the extrusion of the pasta through metal dies. While pasta could be made much more quickly, there was no way to dry it any faster, which made for huge backlogs in the system. Not surprisingly, then, the development of modern drying machinery soon followed. When Gianluigi’s grandfather got going, drying was still done completely by feel; today the Peduzzis work with a carefully calibrated pasta moisture analyzer to target a residual “humidity” level of 12 percent. If the moisture is left higher, the spaghetti will spoil; if it’s over-dried, the pasta won’t properly ferment, and its flavor will be off.

The Advent of Al Dente
A few hundred years ago, most Italians were eating pasta that had been cooked ten to twenty times longer than I would ever dream of today. The trend to al dente originates in the South (as in Naples, not North Carolina). The tradition there positioned pasta as a street food — people bought just-cooked, steaming-hot spaghetti pulled from pots of boiling water by vendors, sprinkled it with grated cheese, then wound it around their fingers and put it straight into their bocca (mouth). In that context, al dente makes sense — you’d need spaghetti strands that didn’t turn to mush. Northerners, by contrast, generally ate their pasta only after much longer cooking — cooked ten to twenty times longer than I would ever dream of today — often to the point of making it into what Neapolitans would consider a veritable mush.

While far less extreme than in, say, 1800, that regional difference is still strong. On my visit this past summer, Rolando Beremendi, the long-time American importer of Rustichella, lamented one night at dinner how hard it is, even in restaurants in Italy, to find properly cooked — very al dente — pasta. “Really?” I asked, surprised. “It’s terrible,” he said, shaking his head. “I like it cooked for just seven minutes, with a little ‘crack’ in the middle still. But in Florence [where he lives], they kill dry pasta. And in Bologna! God forbid you should order dry pasta! They are only used to fresh pasta, so they don’t know how to cook pasta secche properly!”

Keys to Pasta Quality
For openers, there’s the extrusion. While the basic process of mechanically pushing the dough through thick bronze dies dates to the late nineteenth century, most big producers today have long since left the bronze behind and bought the easier to use, longer-lasting Teflon. Not so for Rustichella (or Martelli for that matter). “The bronze dies,” I put down on my legal pad in November of ’92, “are one of the keys.” By contrast, I continued, “big producers use Teflon. Bronze dies not only cost more, they must be replaced a lot more often. They’re softer and hence break down more quickly — bronze dies for the big selling cuts have to be replaced annually. For the other cuts, it’s every two to five years. They cost about $1000 each, and you have to have a different die for each cut.”

Gianluigi is equally dedicated to bronze extrusion today. The dies really do make a huge difference in quality — the surface of the pasta is much rougher, which means that it cooks better and, as it’s meant to do, absorbs a bit of the sauce, instead of having the slick, Teflonic surface of industrial pasta, leaving the sauce to run off quickly to pool at the bottom of your bowl.

Given today’s much higher volume for Rustichella, and the price of pretty much everything going up as it does, the replacement cost and frequency must both be far higher than they were in the week following Clinton’s election. One thing that has changed is that the Peduzzis have put much more technology into play. Happily, it’s all been in service of product quality, not the usual effort companies make to cut corners and production costs as they grow. The dies, I learned this time, can expand slightly from the heat as the dough is pushed through them — these days a machine reads the microscopic changes and adjusts accordingly.

The second key point, is the quality of the grain. While most folks think of pasta as being made from flour, every producer I’ve met over the years quickly corrects me if I forget and says, usually with great gravity, “grano.” Law #580, passed in 1967, required that all Italian producers use only durum semolina, and Rustichella has used 100 percent durum semolina for most of the last century. But there are big differences between great grain and the so-so stuff that mass-market makers rely on. Gianluigi told me that Rustichella was using wheat from the Abruzzo and the neighboring Molise whenever possible. Interesting, thinking back to Mussolini’s Battle for Grain, and a good preface to this year’s introduction of PrimoGrano pasta, but more on that in a minute.

Drying is the third big factor. Rustichella takes two days for the long cuts, one and a half days for short cuts at 30°C. Commercial producers dry long cuts in seven hours, short cuts in three to four. Today Rustichella uses computers to check the residual moisture inside the pasta, but the basic process is still those centuries-old three steps to good drying — with the same results. While most people assume that pasta is just flour — whoops, grain — and water mixed, shaped and dried, one of the keys to flavor is that well-made pasta is actually a fermented product. Longer, gentle drying allows for more effective, slower fermentation, which, just as with cheese making, bread baking or converting wine to vinegar, means fuller flavor. You can’t see it on the box, but you can definitely taste the difference.

For great flavor and texture the newly dried pasta must be allowed to cool slowly. Rustichella lets the temperature come down gradually — from the low drying temperature of about 90°F to room temperature over a period of twelve hours or so. “In industry,” Gianluigi explained, “it comes out at 95°C [over 200°F]. And then they must chill it quickly in a cooler before packaging. It won’t work otherwise.” The result is, again, a brittle and not very flavorful pasta. A 1987 Italian study found that high-temperature drying also destroys most of the grain’s natural nutritional value. Sample some al dente Rustichella fettuccine, and you’ll never go back to the supermarket stuff, no matter how well known and less costly the mass-market brands might be.

The difference between artisan pasta like Rustichella (or Martelli) and the mass-market stuff comes out big time when you cook it. The slightly chewy texture, wheaty aroma and full flavor of well-made artisan pasta reminds me of what classic Italian cooks have always known — the point of a pasta dish is the pasta itself, not the sauce. Interestingly, good pasta’s flavor actually improves with time! “If you taste now after ten minutes,” Gianluigi said, pointing to two bowls of pasta that we’d tried hot a bit earlier, “the taste of our product tastes like good bread. The DeCecco,” he added, “will taste like flour.”

I’ve tried this at home a few times and been amazed by how accurate he was. While I’d never thought of enjoying cold leftover pasta, Gianluigi is right on — a day or two after being cooked and cooled, Rustichella, brought back to room temperature, actually tastes terrific. I would guess that Gaetano got that one right from the get go.

PrimoGrano!: Great Pasta Comes Full Circle
All of which brings me to PrimoGrano, the new, limited-edition pasta that Gianluigi is making. The name means “First Grain,” and fittingly, the initial shipment just arrived in Ann Arbor around Christmas. I’m honored that we get to be one of the only places in the U.S. to get some. A timely gift from the Peduzzi family for long-time pasta lovers (like me), the PrimoGrano has a flavor that’s very special, sort of luxurious, but in an understated, modest sort of way. It’s now a regular on my list of favorite pastas.

Having eaten it regularly for the last few months (it’s true — I got the sample bags before you could buy it), I will say that I really like this stuff, both for the pasta itself (pretty terrifically tasty) and for the project overall. The latter is really representative of most of the things I think go into making a special business ever more special. It’s really no small thing. You have someone who’s achieved a great degree of success, whose product is sold all over the world, is known for being among the best around. But instead of standing pat, Gianluigi has invested enormous amounts of energy, time and I’m sure money to make something special happen.

“We start to make the pasta in 2004 for the eightieth anniversary of the company,” he told me this summer. “We worked with the University of Foggia in Puglia [a few hours south of his hometown of Pianella], and we started to study the new variety of grain. We finished this variety — what we call ‘San Carlo’ — in 2002. The yield is lower, but the flavor is very good. We did the first experiment for 2003 to grow three hectares. Just to make a small amount to taste for the eightieth anniversary.”

And now, the PrimoGrano is ready for you and me to eat regularly.

“I wanted to make a product the way it was in 1924,” he told me and as he talked, I realized that while he wanted to re-create the pasta of his grandfather’s era, in fact, he was driven — respectfully — to make something even better.

“In 1928,” he continues, “there was this pasta made by my grandfather, with 100 percent Abruzzo wheat. But back then it was made without very good technology. When you cooked it, the taste was good, but the texture wasn’t as good as what we have today.”

Modern technology has actually helped make the pasta better than it was back when Gaetano got going. “With San Carlo,” Gianluigi explained, “we can make the pasta again with 100 percent Abruzzo wheat. San Carlo is 80 percent, but we also blend the Varano, Quadrato and Mongibello varieties. And now we have the techniques of today so that the taste is like it was then but the texture is much better.”

While the PrimoGrano project was triggered by Rustichella’s eightieth anniversary, this isn’t about doing a one-off pasta for PR purposes. To the contrary, it’s all very holistic and long term — the idea is to get the San Carlo grounded in local agriculture, then build enough demand for the pasta to keep it going. And in the process provide consumers with a great-tasting product and farmers with something special to grow. “I wanted to work with the farmer,” Gianluigi said. “It was the same area of the province that my grandfather bought the grain in the past. Many farmers would deliver the grain to his factory. And instead of the money he gave them the pasta.” I’m sure the farmers today get plenty of pasta as well, but Rustichella is actually paying more per kilo to keep them growing this special wheat: “We pay to the farmers 10 to 15 percent more for the San Carlo than for the normal market of the grain. Plus, we pay one Euro for the farmer to cultivate only this variety. And two Euros for every percentage protein over 16 percent. So about 20 percent more.”

All the other good stuff then goes into play. The milling is done at Rustichella’s usual spot, one of the smallest mills in Italy now, which specializes in custom work like this. The dough is extruded through the bronze dies, and then dried very slowly (by modern standards — they still haven’t gone back to sun drying!). The pasta actually cooks up fairly quickly — Gianluigi says this is because the Abruzzo wheat is a bit lower in protein than the imported wheats that are blended into their other pastas. The flavor is wheaty, delicate and really pretty delicious.

Elizabeth Minchilli, a food writer who grew up in St Louis and has lived in Rome for over twenty-five years now, loves it. Given where she lives (in the middle of Rome) and what she does (food writing — the woman can get pretty much any pasta she wants and has probably tried most everything at some point or another), that’s no small compliment. “I really liked the taste of the pasta. It didn’t seem so neutral like most pasta, but had a distinctive, sort of nutty/wheaty taste to it. Also it was chewier, and more resistant, and had a better texture.” I’d agree.

We’ve got the PrimoGrano in three shapes. Chitarra are the traditional square-shaped long pasta of the Abruzzo. Penne, bearing the same name as the village where Gaetano got the pastificio going back in the ’20s, are quill shaped. And finally, the squiggly-edged, really cool-looking Sagne a Pezzi. All definitely have that nutty delicate deliciousness. To bring out the best of the wheatiness, I’ve been dressing it lightly — just fruity green olive oil and grated cheese; sautéed zucchini and bits of fried pancetta; white beans, fresh rosemary, a touch of well-sautéed celery and a generous dose of good olive oil.