Jackie Boy In the News --- Again

Man, this is getting old. (KIDDING!) Jack McAuliffe is in the news again, this time in today's Washington Post. All I have to say is: Better late than never. Or: About time. Or, well, whatever.

I told Jack he should have some t-shirts printed up to read "FoFOF," the letters standing for Friends of Famous Old Fart.

Jack

Small side note to this particular story: Back when Jack's brewery was open and he was out there alone in the brewing wilderness, the Washington Post was pretty much the only newspaper to take him seriously. A reporter showed up at New Albion one day and wrote a great piece about Jack and his work. That's where the lovely photo comes from, which I reproduce here in case you're one of the few beer-people who have not yet seen it. Enjoy!

 


 

As A Beer Industry Prognosticator . . .

. . . I am second to none, thankyouverymuch. This from Beervana, regarding the sale of several "craft" brewing companies.

Folks, I've been predicting this now for, what?, two years and I said then that in, oh, about two years, we'd start to see this kind of thing unfold. And, ta dah!, here we are.

God, now I sound like some smart ass douchebag know-it-all (can't resist the douchebag part; I'm reading Anthony Bourdain's new book and he uses the word in every other sentence.) Really, I'm not. Just glad to have SOMETHING good to say about myself after a long day during which I believed I knew nuthin' 'bout nuthin' specially history. Sob snurfle.

So I shall depart now to pat myself further on the back, while carefully not drinking any water because the flooding here has knocked out our water supply. So, hey, a beer will do. Or a bourbon. Or . . . 

So While I'm Sitting Here Wasting Time: An Update . . .

. . . on The Book. I've spent the past three weeks revising what's already been written with the aim of handing it over to The Editor (or, as we call her at our house, Saint Andrea) just after Labor Day so she will (I hope) agree that yes, we can publish this book in the fall of 2011.

So. Yes. Having done that, I'm now wrestling with the current Chapter From Hell, which concerns chickens, industrial agriculture, and agribusiness (trust me: it's more interesting than it sounds) with the goal of finishing it, too, by early September so I can include it in the chapters to send to St. A.

At which point, I will have written well over half the manuscript and then comes the truly hard part (which is already disrupting my sleep): researching and writing the last third of the book by December 31. 

If you don't hear from me again, it's 'cause I've died of anxiety. Here's hoping not.

Excellent Reminders of Why I Keep Reading Beer Bloggers

'Cause ya know, the best of them aren't beer bloggers, if you know what I mean.

Case in points is one of my complete, total favorite bloggers (notice lack of adjective), Jeff Alworth and this recent rumination.

I mean, come ON. How can you NOT love this guy?? I'd marry the guy except I'm old enough to be his mother and he's out of my league. Oh, and, uh, I'm already married.

And then there's this from the always delightful Alan McLeod and Stan Hieronymus. Start with the original post by Stan. And then make sure to read the comment from Alan (who lives here).

The "money quote" is as follows:

 We may not know who is craft beer but we sure as hell will know what is craft beer by who isn’t.

Seriously. What's not to like?

In the Kitchen: "Calabrian" Tomato Tart

I found this recipe last summer in the newspaper. I gather it's an adaptation of a recipe that originally appeared in a cookbook called Mediterranean: Hot and Spicy.

I'm here to tell you: this falls into the seriously-good category. I've made it many times since, winter and summer.

Make sure you start with good ingredients: ie, use real Romano and good olive oil (if you go that route rather than using lard.) (Which, frankly, I think you should: the butter adds a lovely rich dimension.)

 Add some sausage or proscuitto or olives or basil or whatever. It's GOOD. It tastes great warm or cold. Make it for parties. Make it when you're sad. Make it for someone you love. Just make it.

One note: as with any pastry, don't overbake it. The crust is definitely best when it's chewy rather than crispy. (I speak from experience.) I've never tried it with lard; I've only used butter-olive-oil substitution.

If you want to eat it warmed as leftovers, put it on a wire rack, put it in a warm oven (maybe 325), and leave it about fifteen minutes. Even better the second time around!

So. Whaddya waiting for? Go make some of this stuff. You won't be sorry.

CRUST:
  • 2.5 c. flour
  • 1.5 c. grated romano
  • 1/2 to 1 t. pepper
  • 4 oz. lard OR 1/4 c. olive oil and 1/4 c. butter
  • 1/4 c. white wine (or more if needed)
  • 2 eggs, lightly beaten

TOPPING:

  • 3 pints cherry tomatoes
  • 2 or 3 jalapeno or anaheim chilies, seeded and chopped
  • one egg, beaten with a splash of water
  • finishing salt

The first time I made this, I didn't have three pints of cherry tomatoes. I had one pint of those, plus a few Santa tomatoes  and a couple of plain-Jane slicers. I used all three.

The original recipe calls for making the crust in a food processor, but I don't own one. I use a large fork to mix the flour, cheese, and pepper. Then I add the butter (which is cold and chopped into small bits) and use my fingers to mix it with the flour. (You're looking for something the consistency of coarse cornmeal.) Then I add the wine and egg to make a sticky dough.

Press into a disk, cover with plastic wrap, and let stand 30 minutes. Preheat the oven to 375 degrees and line an 11x14 inch baking sheet with parchment paper (or whatever).

Transfer the dough to the baking sheet, stretching and pressing it to cover the bottom. (Oh. I also don't have a baking sheet that size, so I used a larger one and simply stretched the dough to the right size.)

Brush the dough with the beaten egg and water. Scatter the tomatoes and chilis on top, pressing them lightly into the dough. Sprinkle with salt. (The good stuff, folks. Morton's does NOT cut it. A slightly coarse salt if fab.)

Bake 35 to 40 minutes or until the crust is golden brown and the tomatoes are a bit wrinkled and blackened. Let cool on  a rack. Pour the wine. Forget the day's woes.

Wonkitude, Part II

Ugh. Web site hacks. Ugh. On Wednesday, Posterous, my new site host, was crippled  by a major "denial of service" attack. The lovely Posterousers managed to get most people up and running by moving to a new server, but people like me with a "custom" domain name (eg, maureenogle.com instead of maureenogle.posterous.com) were still down and out. But I just moved the "A record" to the new Posterous server and so ---- back in business.

Notice how well I pretend to sound like I know what I'm talking about. "A record." Yeah, sure, I know what that is... You betcha.

Anyway, chops to the good folks at Posterous. And bad karma to hackers.