Concrete fermentation tanks: the good; the bad; and the ugly.

A few weeks ago I had a chance to take a colleague wine tasting in Paso Robles.  He’s from Texas and really enjoys wine, but has never visited a winery.  Betty and I started wine tasting in CA when we lived in Santa Maria in 1981.  We have seen the Central Coast wine production explode since then.  One of the first wine festivals we attended was at the Ballard Canyon Winery near Solvang.  They had the barbeque, wine tasting and party at their home and winery on Ballard Canyon Road.  At the time, Johannesburg Riesling was the dominate varietal grown in the area and it was the most delightful introduction to really enjoying fine wine. (As a side note: Wild Horse was just getting started at the time and Kenneth Volk had produced a Merlot that was one of the most drinkable, balanced and beautiful merlots on the market.  It really set the standard for Merlot as a great stand-alone varietal.) 

At the Ballard Canyon wine festival, the tri-tip barbeque and all the wines were great.  Towards the end, after much imbibing, my friend in the picture and I participated in the foot stomping of some red grapes that were in an open top fermentation tank.  It was large enough to hold about ten of us.  There was a guy next to us just minding his business stomping on the fruit when Craig kicked his legs out from under him.  This guy falls into the smashed grapes and red juice.  He didn’t want to be the only one to be drenched in grape juice so he comes up throwing smashed grapes all around and pulling others into the muck.  Everyone within 10 feet had some amount of smashed fruit and juice on them.  After the food fight, we were standing in line at the garden hose to wash off.

At last month’s wine tasting in Paso Robles, I wanted to take my colleague to some wineries with my favorite wine and some great views.  I also like to try new wineries anytime I can to keep up on the 200+ wine makers in the area.  Our first stop was Brochelle Winery that makes one of the best Zinfandels ever.  The Syrah and the Cabs are also great.  It is such small boutique production that every bottle has the bottle # on the label, i.e. “no. 180 of 600” produced, referring to the reserve Zinfandel.  The family is so lovely and friendly and they are personal with all the wine club members, like us.  http://brochelle.com/

The Good:  The first wine on the tasting schedule at Brochelle was the Chardonay, which is a first them.  It was explained that the wine was fermented in 1/3 stainless steel, 1/3 oak and 1/3 concrete.  That is unusual, I thought.  And the wine was unique: not fermented and oak aged to the point of some of the buttery, toffee and oaky Chardonnay’s; and not too light and crisp like the stainless steel fermented Chardonnays that I enjoy.  It had an initial taste of pineapple and later grapefruit with a smooth and balanced mouth feel.  I bought a couple bottles.  I think it will go great with grilled salmon and mango salsa that I like to make at home. 

The Bad:  Our next visit was at EPOCH winery off of Hwy. 46 West on York Mt. Road.  It is at the former York Mountain Winery that had the historic, now condemned wine cave.  I heard of this winery from my manger in Denver that said her customer, a Canadian oil company, owns the winery in Paso Robles.  The wine is supposed to be really great and sold out of all the production.  It’s a famous location and they have won awards, so I wanted to try it.  In the tasting room they explained how all the wine is 100% fermented in concrete.  I’m thinking: what’s with all the concrete fermentation?  The red wines we tasted all had an astringent taste.  Not like strong tannins that make your mouth pucker.  But more like the caustic in cement.  My colleague and I had the same response and didn’t even finish the tasting pour.   http://www.epochwines.com/

Our next and last stop on our tour was a sure bet, Le Cuvier.  They have over-all and consistently  the best wine.  I mentioned to the winemaker about the concrete fermentation tanks that I learned about today and he just said, “It’s the latest fad”.   http://www.lcwine.com/

I told him the story of my experience with concrete wine tanks: 

When I was selling Plasite coatings in the 1990’s, our company was in at the Gallo Wine Co. in Modesto, the largest wine producer in the world.  Plasite formulated a special epoxy tank lining that was tested to protect the steel storage tanks from corrosion and not impart any taste into the wine.  It was not my account, but I wanted to spread the success in my territory.  In the southern valley there is a history of large scale grape production and massive scale wine production from the 1950’s.  Off of Hwy. 58 in Bakersfield there is a Giumarra plant that used to be one of the big bulk wine producers. There are huge insulated tanks that you can see from the freeway.  So naturally where I see huge tanks, I want to sell some coating.  Once I got past the guard and into the plant, I learned that the winery is long past making wine and the tanks are out of service.  But the bottling plant was in production, they had a contract to bottle Snapple.  So I turned my cap around, so to speak, from Plasite Coatings to Pall Filtration.  I learned about the Snapple production and bottling operation and eventually got the bottling manager to try a set of Pall filters.  Bottling operations are notorious for being the cheapest people around.  The profit is fractions of a penny per bottle so it was a tough sale with a high dollar premium product like Pall. 

I remember trying to sell Pall filters to the Pepsi bottling plant in Bakersfield (when it was operational) and thinking:  They will not pay an extra ten cents for a better filter, but they will pay $100 Million to Michael Jackson to be in the ads. 

On the Snapple line at Giumarra, I remember the ornery plant manager had a call into me.  Before cell phones, I had to stop and find a pay phone and call him back.  He said that my filters had fallen apart and they were junk and he wanted a new set.  “I understand that is a problem.  I’ll come by and see what I can do”.   When I got there, I asked to see the filters that had failed.  So he is showing me these used filters that had the end caps and media support coming apart.  After close scrutiny I said, “I see.  These really are junk filters.  Look at this end cap, it’s come apart and all the contaminants have passed through to your Snapple.  Why would you ever use these again”?

“Exactly”, he said.  “I need you to get me a new set right away”. 

With my smart-ass grin I said, “Where are the Pall filters I sent you?  Every Pall filter has the logo molded into the end cap right here.  These are not the Pall filters I sent you”. 

He replied, “Your Pall filters must have plugged up during the night shift so we had to replace them with what we had.” 

“Well, if you want another set, you’ll have to pay the full price”.  That was the end of my Snapple filtration.

The Ugly:  On Comanche Drive, south of Panama Rd near Lamont, there was another old school massive winery from the 1950’s era.  Di Giorgio is an old facility that used to make huge quantities of wine.  I went there in my Plasite days to help them get their wine production going again.  They wanted to get some old concrete vaults coated so they could use them again for fermentation and storage.  Walking into the area where they had concrete vaults, 10’ by 10’ by 10’ high, lined up row after row, I could visualize pallets of Plasite in 5 gallon cans with 1 gallon cans of catalyst being used to line all these tanks.  Running the numbers in my head while listening to the history and plans for putting these vaults into service, I am thinking: 60 sq. ft. per gallon; a hundred thousand sq. ft; $60 per gallon; 25% commission to Mensco, 30% of that to me, I can see it all resulting in a nice commission check. 

I was also visualizing the production: 100,000 acres of ripe wine grapes all coming into the winery in tandem semi-trucks, lined up at the scales and waiting to dump the tons of grapes into the crusher and all these vaults filling with fermenting juice.  What I saw when we got into the vaults was concrete that was old, corroded and spalled with loose aggregate that would come apart in my hands.  My pen knife could dig right through it.  I could not imagine what the exposure to this open corroded concrete would to the wine.  “We are going to have to get to some sound substrate before we can ever get any coating to stick to this surface.” 

I never sold a drop of epoxy to fix those tanks and they never went back into production.  I know because years later, I was back at the same plant selling bottling filters.  The old massive wine production facility that was its own city, Di Giorgio, CA had used a small portion of the original bottling plant to fill beer kegs with wine for Anheuser Busch to sell to their restaurant and bar customers.  A portion of the business offices were used by the plant personnel and the meeting room was the old board room of one of the great agri-businesses that made the Central Valley the world’s most productive agricultural area.  I could feel the energy and ghosts of the business dealings that must have taken place there.  Pictures of past success, agri-business greats and production accomplishments along with ribbons and awards decorated the walls and along one side of the room there was a wine tasting counter that 20 people could line up at.  

I was successful with coatings at one facility near Delano that made grape juice.  Much of the grape production in the valley is made into juice and juice concentrate that goes into the fruit juice drinks like Capri Sun.  The plant near Delano has some old tanks that were clad with stainless steel to protect against corrosion.  Sheets of stainless steel are formed to the inside of the tanks and the seams are welded.  When there is a failure at a seam, the juice gets behind it and corrodes the tank.  At this plant, they were removing the cladding and sandblasting and coating the steel for protection.  That turned out to be some nice coating sales.    

Nearby on Hwy. 65 are the power plants that burn coal, rubber tires, agriculture waste, refinery coke and anything else that is cheap to buy and can be burned in a fluidized bed to make steam.  I asked a customer to lunch once and we went to the only place within a lunch time drive.  It is the Idle Spur Café in McFarland.  It is at the south bound on-ramp from Hwy. 46 to 99.  There is a dirt parking lot and cattle corals there.  The burgers are great and they grill a nice flavorful steak.  We were there on a Monday when they have the beef auction.  I walked through the dining room to the auction area and watched the cattle parading through as they were being auctioned off to the buyers in the stands.  It’s worth a visit on a Monday for lunch to see this take place.  The whole experience is something out of Petticoat Junction or Green Acres.  I was there for lunch once and the waitress had her new born baby in a car seat propped up on the counter while she was working tables and the cash register.  The baby was darling and remained pretty quiet while I was there.  Just last month, I took my manager there for lunch on the way back to town and talked to the lady that owns the café and she said that baby I saw is 12 years old now.  And I learned that the family is the Maitia Basque family and they have a Basque dinner on Friday nights.  I mentioned how I used to like the special dressing at Maitia’s Basque when it was on Union Avenue, blue cheese and 1000 island dressing mixed together.  She made some for my salad.  This is a fun stop for excellent home cooking and a friendly atmosphere that is hard to find these days.  And try to make it on a Monday and check out the cattle auction.  But be prepared to see some real cowboys and ranchers at the Idle Spur.  They come in from work with dirt, mud and manure on them.  And you might see some sales guy hanging out there for a break, checking messages or entertaining customers.

Pumpkin & Goat Cheese Ravioli

Pumpkin & Goat Cheese Ravioli

I have been living off salad greens and vegetable soup all week.  I am ready for some comfort food.  When Betty & I were in Florence many years ago, we learned how to make pasta from a lovely woman in her 500 year old home.  Thinking what is available in the kitchen tonight, I found some canned pumpkin and some left over goat cheese from earlier in the week and it just came to me to make some ravioli.  I would normally use ricotta cheese, but I improvised and used what is available.

For basic pasta:

¾ cup flour (I add 1 tbl spoon of high gluten semolina to give it a stretchy quality, like I do with pizza dough)

1 egg

Pinch of salt

Tsp of olive oil

Drop the flour on the table and make a hole in the middle into which the egg, oil and salt is dropped into.  Mix with a fork and knead it into a ball.  Knead with the ball of your hand and fold over and over until it incorporates and stays together in a ball.  This takes some effort.  After it’s kneaded into a nice ball, wrap it up in some plastic and let it rest while you make the filling.  Eventually you can press it and flatten it enough to get it into the coarse setting on the pasta maker. 

The filling available at the time included:

½ cup of canned pumpkin

½ cup goat cheese

¼ cup grated parmesan cheese

Pinch of each: salt; pepper; dried rosemary; dried basil; oregano.  Mix with a fork.

Run the pasta through the machine and let the rollers continue to knead it.  Eventually, after rolling and folding it over several times, it will begin to make a nice flat sheet.  It reminds me of when I visited a steel rolling mill in Utah. I saw the red hot ingots of steel poured onto the rolling mill.  The block of steel is rolled bach and forth and gets longer and longer as it gets thinner.  It does not get wider; it just gets longer each time it is rolled thinner.  It’s the same with pasta.  So get it to the width you want and roll it consecutively on smaller settings until it is about 2 feet long.  Because one foot is about the length of the ravioli mold.  However, once the sheet is made, it can be cut into linguini, spaghetti, or other shapes if you prefer.

I used the ravioli mold and put a sheet of pasta onto the mold.  Pressed the shaper and filled the depression with a teaspoon of the pumpkin goat cheese filling.  A top sheet goes over and a rolling pin is used to press and seal the 2 sheets, leaving the raviolis.  There was just enough dough to make one more sheet in which I dolloped some filling and folded the sheet over and sealed it.  Then I cut between the fillings to separate the raviolis.  They are not as pretty, but taste the same with the sauce over it.

There was about ½ cup of the filling left over, so I mixed it with the jar of Alfredo sauce.  The pumpkin gave the modified sauce a nice orange color.  The goat cheese and spices in the filling added a good tang to the Alfredo sauce.  It’s an easy way to make a store bought jar of sauce into something unique and special.

I wanted a bottle of Sangiovese with the dish, but the only Sangiovese I had was a 5 year extra-long barrel aged Le Cuvier that is best when decanted for 4-6 hours.  I'll save that for later.  So I opened a bottle of 2008 Paoletti Nero D’ Avola.  Nero means black in Sicilian and it is the most important red wine grape in Sicily.  Paoletti brought the cuttings from Sicily about 20 years ago and are an exclusive to the Paoletti Winery in Calistoga, Napa Valley.  The wine is deliciously fruity with sweet tannins and flavors of a juicy plum, blackberry and ripe cherries.  I highly recommend Paoletti wines.  And the Cabernet Sauvignons are fantastic with a steak.  * Sorry I can't figure how to insert the pictures so they are the right side up.

Flashbacks

Flashbacks

Having the 3 women in my life together for an hour is such a beautiful gift.  Betty & I picked Lia up from the airport after an 8 month journey and we met Dana in Eagle Rock where she was showing property.  We met in Highland Park at Carrows on York Dr. and drove to a hip café and Bakery, Antigua Bread Bakery Café at 5703 N. Figueroa Street.  This is fast up-and-coming hipster neighborhood in N. Los Angeles.  Dana drove us past an apartment complex she sold 2 years ago.  I remember seeing pictures of an old run down building that she listed and now the new owner has turned it into a clean manicured upgraded charming art-deco looking building in a trendy family oriented neighborhood.

The Antigua Bread Bakery Café is also a hipster joint in a renovated building on Figueroa St. with a notable breakfast menu and great burgers and sandwiches.  Lia had the juevos rancheros with rice and beans and the rest of us had the grilled chicken sandwich.  The greatest part of this late lunch is the hour we had together visiting for the first time since Dana’s wedding last May.  On the way out I saw the green hills across Figueroa and asked out loud to myself, “Is that Elephant Hills?”  On our way back up the Glendale Freeway where they finally completed the overpass that was on the cover of the Doobie Brother’s Album “The Captain and Me”, I faced the mountains and asked Lia if she has ever driven up to Mt Wilson?  Seeing the hills in Highland Park and the entrance to Angeles Crest Highway and a previous Facebook post asking who remembers the gas station attendant, I got thinking of the times 2 score years ago (40 years) when I got my first job at the Union 76 gas station that was located at Altadena Drive and Washington Blvd. in Pasadena. 

In 1972 oil cost $2 a barrel and a gallon of leaded gas cost $0.39.  My high school friend Frankman said I should work with him at the station.  The job paid $1.70 / hour.  I found out that 2 of my other friends that I have known since kindergarten, Glenn L. and John W. also worked there. 

The End of Innocence.

I didn’t know how to check the oil, transmission fluid, radiator level or tire pressure.  At 16, I didn’t much of anything.  The experiences piled up fast with the characters there.  The only telephones then were in the house.  So when you wanted to know what was happening, you had to go someplace to meet your friends.  At that time, the meeting places were the Pasadena high school parking lot and the Union 76 gas station - at night after the boss went home.  2 attendants worked at night to pump gas, clean windshields, mop the shop floor, clean the bathrooms and watch over the joint. 

The characters included the owner, Al.  He was our parents age and ornery as hell.  He endeared all his attendants with the nick-name Barney.  At the start of work he might say, “You’re late again Barney.  Where the hell have you been?”

 At age 16, I made a lot of mistakes and heard, “You fucked up again, didn’t you Barney”

Or, “You did a shitty job cleaning the toilets and mopping the bathrooms last night Barney.” 

Or, “This place was a fucking mess this morning, Barney Fife. What the hell did you do here last night?”  With my head down, I’d say, “Nothing Al.” 

His # 1 side kick that worked during the day was Tim.  Tim was twenty-something, and basically a fat slob. He had long greasy hair and chain smoked.  The gas pump handles at the time did not have the pressure switch and you could pump the gas out on the ground which was done if the gas tank was full and you wanted to round up to the nearest dime to make the change easier.  Tim once threatened to pump gas on anyone who gave him any shit and throw his cigarette on them.  He drove to work in a 1948 shit-racer truck with his dog Toby in the back.  Tim loved to roll an old tire out back and watch Toby chase it down, growl and chew on it and carry it back to Tim with the tire around his neck.

This gas station was a major hangout for all our friends who wanted to get free work done on their cars and trucks.  They knew the boss was gone and they would come in like they owned the place and put their car or truck up on the rack and use the shop tools.  And since working on cars and drinking beer went hand in hand, there always seemed to be beer around.  Sure there were school nights when we worked on homework when it was slow.  But on Friday and Saturday night, it was crazy.

Tim had a friend that just got back from Viet Nam.  He was a combat Marine, Al Frye.  He had “USMC” tattooed on his forearm, wore his dog tags on a chain around his neck, had long hair and was 6’ 5”, loud and big and strong and carried a 45 under the seat of his car.  It was always exciting when Frye was around.  He drove into the station screeching and skidding in his supped up 1965 GTO.  “Hey man what’s happenin’, want a beer?  I need to use the rack for a while and check something on my car.”  Someone asked him once about Viet Nam.  “Man, we smoked ‘em.  We cut ears off the Gooks, dried ‘em and made necklaces out of ‘em.  Look, here’s where I got shot.” 

At the station on night Al thought he could get the front wheels of his GTO off the ground, like a dragster pulling a wheelie.  We all gathered around as he reeved the engine until it screamed and popped the clutch and had us watch to see if the front wheels actually lifted off the ground.  “Yeah, sure Al, I think you got air that time”.

My friends Glenn and John W. taught me how to change oil, fix a tire flat and other useful skills.  Frankman was also my age and he was the one that the girls came to see.  He always seemed to have a girlfriend, even if it was just for one day.  I couldn’t believe that a girl would actually seek out this kind of treatment:  Come to a gas station and be taken around back to have Frankman’s hand down her pants or be put in the back seat of the car with him and have one of us lift the car up on the rack. 

Older guys would come by at night and say, “I used to work here and need to borrow some tools and put my truck up on the rack.  Here have a beer.”  Chris was a Pollack with a 1963 4-wheel drive Chevy truck.  Oh, the truck of any 16 year olds dreams.   One night while I was working, Chris worked on his truck and shared a 6-pack of Coors with me.  After work he took me 4 wheelin’ in some hills around Los Angeles, he called Elephant Hills.  After several beers, I just remember scrambling up some gullies in the hills.  All I could see were the stars through the windshield with the truck screaming and mud and grass flying.  I think it was the hills around Highland Park.

The social media in N.E. Pasadena in 1972 was the Union 76 gas station on Altadena Drive and Washington Blvd.  I always worked Friday and Saturday nights.  It seemed to ease the pain of not having a girlfriend.  We worked until 10 PM.  Our friends would come to get a couple dollars of gas and ask where the parties were, share a beer or get one that we had stacked up in the Coke machine in the lobby.  It was party central. We kept track of where the parties were, which ones were bogus or a dud and we would head to the best ones after closing.  One cold winter night, I heard of a party at Mount Wilson from someone that came in for gas.  The LAPD was having a party at the observatory.  My friend Bob just got a new Capri after his VW was stolen and pushed off a cliff in San Gabriel canyon.  After too many beers, Terry, Bob and I thought it was a great idea to crash this LAPD party at the top of Mt Wilson.  We drove up Angeles Crest highway in a storm.  I will never forget hearing The Doobie Brothers “Jesus is Just Alright” taking the winding mountain road up to Mt. Wilson.  It started snowing and the road got slick.  Bob didn’t EVEN slow down and on a right hand turn and the car went straight and ended up with the bumper on top of the guard rail.  We got out of the car in the snow to lift it off the guard rail and looked down a sheer cliff into the abyss.  We made it to the Mt Wilson Observatory and saw where the cars were parked.  The snow was falling and we opened the door of some building.  By this time it must have been midnight and everything was a blur.  We 3, 16 year old kids walked into this room with the snow blowing in behind us and the party stopped.  Everyone turned to look at us and someone said, “Who the hell are you and what are you doing here?”

We must have looked like Beavis and Butthead and in our deepest adolescent voice said, “We’re LAPD and we’re here to party”.  Everyone laughed and someone gave us a beer.  I’m not sure how long I was asleep on the table.  But somehow I woke up in the morning in my own bed in Sierra Madre. 

Tom B. was our ticket to get the beer.  He had a full beard at 17.  And somehow he got a bad knee and often walked with a cane.  He would go into a store and talk to the clerk, say that he just got back from ‘Nam where he got shot in the leg.  But it was getting better.  We would wait in his parent’s Travel-all and watch him come limping out of the store with his cane in one hand and a case of beer under his other arm. 

In 1973, the Arab oil embargo put an end to all the fun.  There was not enough gas to even bother being open at night anymore.  Glenn got me a job with a contractor he was working for.  That is another blog in itself.

Ugly Christmas Sweater

It’s amazing the things Dad will do to spend time with his girls.  This year on Black Friday, the day after Thanksgiving, I would have gone shopping at the mall to be with Dana, but she would rather hunt for ugly Christmas sweaters needed for an upcoming ugly-Christmas-sweater party.  So instead of the Mall, we went on the hunt at used clothing stores.  We started at the Goodwill and found nothing.  People must be wearing all of them still.  However, we hit pay dirt at “In Your Wildest Dreams” downtown where there was an entire rack of ugly Christmas sweaters to choose from.  Most time on these shopping trips I can find something for myself, even if it’s a used book.  This time I found the most awesome “like new” silk shirt that would have been perfect for Tony Soprano or Pauley Walnuts.  Check it out in the picture.





Truffle Fries at the Padre



Ugly Christmas Sweater







All this high intensity shopping makes us hungry and thirsty.  So after Dana scored ugly Christmas sweaters for her and Charlie and I walked out wearing a totally cool Tony Soprano shirt, we were ready for some grub and adult beverages.  Say Hello to Padre Hotel just across the street. 

Destination….. Fries

Can French fries be so damn good that they are destination worthy?  I’m not talking about McDonalds or In-n-Out or fast food fries.  I’m sure most people have their favorite.  My favorite fast food French fry is none at all.  As a rule, I don’t eat fries or fast food.  But since rules are meant to be broken, I can say that I like Chick Filet, an occasional John’s Burger and the Mexican food at Rancho Grande Market and Vallarta Markets.  My favorite fast food is still the lengua tacos at Gabby’s taco truck that parks at Contractors Road, Entrance D, off highway 33 in the middle of the Belridge oilfield.  Made with 2 of the full size corn tortillas, heated with a little oil on the grill so they are hot and soft, they are full of meat and taco garnish, I haven’t had tacos this good in Mexico.  And they have the best salsas and pico de gallo to dress them up with.  The pico do gallo is chopped jalapeno and cilantro, heavy on the jalapeno.  There is a green avocado salsa and hot red salsa also.  I have enjoyed many impromptu tailgate and open-trunk lunches.  For variety, and since they don’t always have lengua, I often order the cabeza or tripas tacos.  The carne asada can be a bit gristly and the chicken is common and bland. 

The appetizer menu at the Padre Hotel has Truffle Fries for $8.  They are the best fries I can remember having anywhere.  They are made to order, so they are hot, crispy and tossed in truffle oil, garlic and fresh grated parmesan cheese.  They are served in a cone-shaped basket or can you can upgrade a burger to include the truffle fries.   After our shopping success, we ordered the Truffle Fries and Mimosa’s. 

Rodriguez

At the Flicks at the Fox, our favorite movie entertainment where we see international films during the fall, winter and spring, we got a great tip that the Maya Theater downtown is showing international films on Wednesday nights at 7:00 PM.  We recently saw the movie “Searching For Sugarman”. 

http://www.sugarman.org/

1970 was my era in pop music.  And I had never heard of Rodriguez.  He never made it in the US, but was a superstar in South Africa.  The movie is a great documentary of his story and music.  I highly recommend seeing the music for the story and to sample the music from 1969 and 1970.  It’s like a blend of Jose Feliciano and Bob Dylan.  The lyrics are haunting:  

“Cause they told me everybody’s got to pay their dues and I explained that I had overpaid them”

And the digital quality of the instrumental’s are great. 

If 1969-1971 music meant anything to you, you owe it to yourself to check out with you missed. 

Wine Review… Varozza Vineyards

32 years ago as a mud engineer, when I was working on gas wells in Rio Vista, I had colleagues working on the geothermal wells in just north of Napa.  I heard that the wells and power plants are scattered all over the mountains and for 32 years I have wanted to visit The Geysers.  I have friends that have worked on the sulfur filter presses at the Geysers that they make for removing sulfur from the H2S process.  Now with Fiberspar I thought that The Geysers could use our corrosion resistant line pipe.  I got contacts from my friends and located the facilities engineering manager.  I got a good response from my phone calls and e-mails and made an appointment to do a lunch and learn presentation on Fiberspar.  They have a tremendous display in the lobby of the main engineering building that explains the history and technology in making power at the largest geothermal production facility in the world.  And there are wells and power plants scattered over the mountains and valleys.  It was a great day in learning about geothermal power and I got a personal tour of the field from the manager of engineering.  We concluded with lunch and my presentation on opportunities for Fiberspar composite line pipe.  They do have some applications where the run 1-2 miles of 3 inch pipe for draining brine condensate from the steam that is produced from the wells.  It’s a 2 day trip to make this call.  And there are 2 ways to get to the remote town of Middletown, CA, the nearest town to The Geysers main offices.  One way is from I-5 north of Sacramento and one way is from Napa Valley. 

http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=Calpine+Geysers&qpvt=Calpine+Geysers&FORM=IGRE

By chance, a few weeks earlier, I got a pop -up ad on Facebook from Varozza Vineyards.    Their website said they are a small family producer in Napa Valley and barrel age their wine for 3 years and bottle age for 2 more years.  I contacted the winery and asked for an appointment for the afternoon after my presentation at The Geysers.  The Varozza winery, just north of St. Helena, is a historic stone and wood winery built in 1885 and has been owned and operated by the Varozza family since 1913.  I got a great education from the owner, Dianna and tasted their 2008 Cabernet Sauvignon and Petite Sirah.  The wines were both bold and big on concentrated fruit flavor with a rich nose.  The 2008 Pitite Sirah, only 150 cases produced, was my favorite and priced reasonably at $40.  You can read with I think of a lot of Napa wines in my previous blog on Napa.  Varozza is a great find for the discriminating wine lover. 

However, with our Christmas rib roast, I am having the black label Pentimento by Le Cuvier.  But I look forward to having the Varozza Petit Sirah with a juicy steak and tomato pie this summer.

http://varozzavineyards.com/

Tulare

 

Today I met an engineer for lunch at Champs BBQ in Bakersfield.  He was on a project at the Shell Pipeline Station across from the airport.  I enjoy remembering and sharing good times and experiences with people.  You never know how we are all connected in this business, even across generations.  I mentioned how I worked with so-and-so in 1995 at that pipeline station.  I was providing Plasite and Briner coating to coat the big storage tanks and high- temp silicone to paint the large crude oil heaters.  The heavy crude needs to be warm enough for flow through the lines to L.A. and S.F.  There are multiple stations with tanks and heaters on the long routes.   My client was in Bakersfield to inspect my Fiberspar pipe and connectors that was purchased for some new pipelines in the Carson/Long Beach area he has been working on. 

My companion’s Champs burger looked really good as always, but I don’t eat burgers much any longer.  It looks like a great bun and the large Angus patty is hand shaped.  I ordered my usual meat salad.  The Champs salad includes choice of meat on romaine lettuce, blue cheese and a great chipotle, lime vinaigrette and a small corn muffin.  I like to add the sweet and spicy BBQ sauce to the salad for additional flavor.   It’s a great salad, but the tri-tip, although cooked to my preferable medium/medium rare, had a few pieces with grizzle hidden in it.  And as I was busy trying to eat while relaying stories of places and people he knew, from a time when my guest was a toddler, I had to nonchalantly spit hunks of chewed grizzle into a napkin.  He seemed interested in that I used to work on projects with the Shell engineer that he only knows of as a sort of legend and is too busy to ever meet.  I’ll scan and send a technical bulletin that I found about this same plant and corrosion engineer that I wrote in 1995 when he used my products.

In asking my client about his business trip and telling my old-school stories that these young people probably hate, I learned of his staying over last night in Tulare.  I commented, “That’s a weird town isn’t it?  I remember making sales calls in Tulare 25 years ago.  I sold water filter skids and instrument air dryers to the Haagen Dazs ice cream plant in Tulare.  And in downtown, there is a huge Dairyman’s Co-op.  I would sell filters for the milk bottling plant.  That plant bottles milk, cheese and yogurt for the entire West Coast.  The stainless steel milk trucks are lined up to get in and unload all day and night.”

One day selling filters for the sterile water and air that is used in the milk bottling operation, I got a chance to see the process and consult on using the filters.  In putting on the white lab coat, hard hat and hair net, I was having a hard time getting the hair net over my head.  The guys started laughing at me and I asked what was so funny.  They said, “That’s the beard net.  You need to put that over your mustache.”  I can’t think of any food or beverage processing plant that ever smells good.  Even wine and beer plants can smell bad from the fermentation.  But a milk plant is the worst.  And to get to the bottling room we walked through the yogurt room where they made yogurt in 5’ by 20’ open tanks.   Remember how your baby’s spit-up smells?

My favorite story from Tulare is from when I was selling ultra-high purity filters to a small business that made a very high value serum for use as a growth medium in bio-tech labs.  I got a lead from Pall Corp. that this company in Tulare is making fetal bovine serum.  The most high purity and valuable serum made.  Bovine serum is valuable and fetal bovine serum is a higher level of purity coming from the fetus.  It needs to be filtered with 3 stages of 0.1 micron filters.  And the most high tech process filtration company I was selling for is all excited about this great high tech company in my territory.  I was mostly an oilfield process guy and spent 90% of my time with oil, gas & produced water processes.  So I did not know what to expect and I took our technical specialist familiar with bio-tech applications with me.

On my first appointment, the serum guy tells me, “The building is just off the 99 Fwy behind the glass and mirror store on the right.  You’ll see the dry ice sign.  That is us”.   The only building was a concrete block bunker with no windows and no address.  There’s the dry ice sign. That must be it.  I open the door and this waft of smoke and tiny white flies pours out of the door at us like it’s been bottled with positive pressure.  Greeting me was a messy desk with fast food remnants on it and old stale coffee cups.  The owners, Ross and Randy stood there looking at us as I am waving my hand across my face to clear away what I realized are not tiny white flies, but cigarette ashes and smoke filling the room.  Ross was a great tall slim man that reminded me of the Rifle Man, (Chuck Connors) after 40 years of smoking.  And Randy was a short sloppy man with a beer belly and shabby cloths.  I recall to myself, Tulare is a fucking weird place. 

In the room to my right, the size of a living room, there were centrifuges the size of washing machines lining all the walls and a row down the middle?  And next to the door was a large freezer filled with blocks of dry ice. I know because a customer came in to by some dry ice while we were there.  My colleague and I are looking at each other like, “What the hell kind of place is this?”  It’s supposed to be an ultra-high purity fetal bovine serum plant. And we’re trying to sell them the most premium filters that cost $400-$500 each?   We got to see the filtration process and the production operation.  It was a little room in the back with a little filter stand and stacks of 1 liter glass bottles full of serum in a refrigerator.  The fetal bovine serum was probably worth thousands of dollars per liter.  These old coots are rich.  I think they were rich because they were using cheap-ass filters instead of the high dollar ones were have to sell.  This is going to be a tough sell, but they could buy $5K per month in filters in this dump.  And I have a sales goal to sell this high purity line.  So I persisted.

We gave our song and dance and I remember eventually selling, or giving, them some filters to try.  I remember after getting to know Ross and Randy, I asked Randy one day, “How did you ever get into the fetal bovine serum business?” 

He said his PhD brother at USC mentioned that he needed fetal bovine serum for the lab.  There is a short supply and it’s really expensive.  And Randy had a friend that worked in a slaughter house in Paso Robles.  So he contacted his friend to ask if he could help.  Randy explained that cow fetuses are really hard to come by.  At the slaughter house, they do not want to slaughter a pregnant cow.  It’s a real mess to deal with.  But if you are in need of fetal blood, that is the place to look.  Sometime a pregnant cow is unknowingly slaughtered.  Randy’s friend would call him and he would head to Paso Robles and bleed the fetus of its blood and take it back to Tulare.  The blood from the fetus is more pure because it’s naturally filtered and protected from antibodies and all the biology stuff that I forgot from high school. 

“What’s with all the centrifuges and dry ice?”  I ask.  The blood is centrifuged to separate the serum from the red blood.  He explained, “We didn’t have much money back then and we could not afford new centrifuges.  We searched all over for used centrifuges.  (How did one find a centrifuge without the internet 25 years ago?)  We would buy whatever we could and fix them up.  Pretty soon we had lots of them and we would sell the one’s we didn’t use.  So we got into the refurbished centrifuge business.  And when we got orders for serum, we had to ship it with dry ice.  We were buying so much dry ice we eventually started selling it and got into the dry ice business.  It’s great for Halloween parties”.

On a following visit to Tulare, I stopped by this thriving empire to see my buddies.  Ross was there alone with an office clerk.  I asked about Randy and learned he had recently passed away.  I was sad but not surprised.  And I was not surprised that Ross was still chain smoking like a chimney.

Great steak topping:  crumble some blue cheese with chopped garlic, butter and olive oil.  And the money part, add some chopped roasted pecans.  It is great on top of your favorite steak.

Great new wine discovery:  I got a hit on facebook (someone is monitoring us).  It was an ad for Varozza Vineyards in Napa.  I checked out the web site and saw that they are an ultra small winery and that they barrel age for 36 months and bottle age for 18-24 months.  I was going to the geothermal geysers for a sales call and made an appointment on the way back.  They sell most of the grapes they grow in the heart of Napa but make 125 cases of cabernet sauvignon and petite sirah.  Both were great but the petite sirah had the edge.  It’s massively full bodied and wonderfully balanced after all the aging and dark like octopus ink.  I can recommend it at $40/bottle.

http://varozzavineyards.com/

Bill Lee vs. Great Castle

After 3 months in Drilling Fluid School in Houston, I came to Bakersfield as a Mud Engineer in 1981. It was the first Monday in January, cold and foggy.  I was assigned to a deep well being drilled just north of Taft Highway in the North Coles Levee field for ARCO.  I remember trying to find the rig in the dark fog, not being able to see the lights of the rig and I had to stop my car, rool down the windows and listen for the diesel engines roaring, the draw works whining and the pipe and tongs clanging, so I could figure out which dirt road to turn on.  Bakersfield was a lonely town to a single young man of 25 in a strange town back then.  Since my life is about finding comfort in food, I found a few restaurants where I felt comfortable, friendly people and good food.  La Cabana had a restaurant on Oak Street and Truxton.  They had great menudo on weekends and chorizo con juevos like at home.  And Mossmans had a comfortable restaurant on Brundage that was kind of homey.  I also found Bill Lee’s for a hot Chinese meal.   I recall the waitress, Helen.  She was middle-age in 1981 and I used to ask for her table.  Maybe she reminded me of my Mom.  Bakersfield was not so lonely after Betty joined me in Bakersfield in April. 

My favorite meal at Bill Lee’s was the Wo Won Ton Soup.  A beautiful clear broth loaded with shrimp, chicken, pork, vegetables and won tons; it is great on a cold winter night in Bakersfield.  Eventually, I discovered the Hong Shew oysters and it became my new destination dish.  I ordered it every time we visited on New Year’s Eve when we took the girls out on our anniversary.  The dish is an exotic mix of fried oysters, mushrooms, bamboo shoots, green onions and ginger root in tasty oyster sauce.  The dining room has been remodeled over the years and they have kept the hand carved wood panels.  The carpeting in the dining room makes for a nice quiet dining room and the staff is always friendly and inviting.

 

Overall Bill Lee’s is a Bakersfield classic and a nice dining experience.  Most of the dishes I have tried are like old school Americian/Chinese food made for a mid-west palette that is kind of plain and bland with lots of noodles and rice.   For more authentic Chinese food in Bakersfield, if there is such a thing, I now prefer the Great Castle on Union Avenue.  The dishes are more robust in flavor with some really spicy dishes that I love, like the crispy garlic beef and hot and spicy eggplant.  And the walnut shrimp is as good as advertized.  Everyone should have a favorite Chinese Restaurant.  And in Bakersfield, the options are limited, especially now that Grand China on Ming and Real has been closed for a few years.  The family reopened in Hong Kong in Chester Ave, but it’s not quit the same since the owner/chef that passed away is not there.

Try the Hong Shew oysters at Bill Lee’s and try the walnut shrimp at Great Castle and find your favorite.

The Ultimate $7.00 steak dinner – a good summer for tomatoes.

To my blog fans, I apologize for not providing my usual standard of entertainment recently.  However, I have not been inspired enough to share any dining experiences until tonight. 

I have obtained the status of “Maintenance” at weight Watchers.  And I have to maintain my “goal weight” for 4 more weeks so I can become a life time member.  To me this means that I will not have to continue paying $42 per month to weigh in.  This losing weight is a piece of cake.  I’m down 30+ Lbs and continue to reduce.  I am thinking that I will try to hit 199 Lbs.  I obtained a note from my Dr. that says 210 Lbs. is a healthy weight for my frame.  From 240 Lbs, it’s been a great journey.  I have lots of tips and recipes that have helped me to get to this point.  Maybe I’ll share my experience and recipes in a separate edition.  Basically, it’s classic, eat less and exercise more. 

BJ’s Brew House revisited:  I was inspired by a horrible luncheon experience at BJ’s Brew house on Stockdale Highway to start my Food and Wine Blog over a year ago.  (See my first blog post in the archives)   I tried BJ’s again for lunch and had a very pleasant experience and I got my salad and it was good and everything was fine.  I have to comment that BJ’s is a bit more pricy than my favorite luncheon spots.  My favorite lunch spots are the Salads at Tahoe Joe’s, Steak and Grape, Champs Bar-b-que and the Elephant bar.  I was at the Elephant Bar with customers recently and I wanted a salad with salmon.  I was treated to a side salad with an entree size portion of glazed salmon.  It cost $15.00.  It was a great low cal. meal that the waitress was gracious enough to put together for me.  The luncheon salads at Tahoe Joe’s are fantastic for $9.95.  And the seared salmon salad at Steak and Grape is a great meal for $13.95.  The salads at Champs are beautiful with your choice of bar-b-q meat on top.  Champ’s has a light and flavorful vinaigrette dressing.  I like to squirt their bar-b-q sauce over the top also.

The picture below is my Ultimate $7 steak dinner.  On my way from dropping Betty off at the airport this morning, I stopped at Albertsons to load up on fruits and vegetables.  I picked up a Manager’s Special rib-eye for about $6 (this means it’s old and ready for quick sale.  To me, it’s been aging in the meat case).  The portabella mushroom was $1. The tomato and basil are out of my garden.  The wine is out of my wine cellar.

I trimmed the steak of excess fat.  And I stuffed some small garlic cloves into the fat that is found in the middle of all rib-eyes.  I make my own seasoning blend and applied it generously to provide sweet, salty and spicy flavor to both sides of the steak. 

On the side I sautéed the portabella in garlic-olive oil, soy sauce, wine and spices.  This cooked down and the liquid reduced to offer amazing flavor to the steak.  I have started keeping garlic-olive oil available for everyday dishes.  I dice 4-5 cloves of garlic and add a cup of olive oil to marinate with the garlic.  The oil has great flavor that is awesome on meats, popcorn and salad dressings. 

Pop-Corn?  For a great after dinner treat, I make pop corn in the microwave.  Add ½ cup of popping corn in a plain brown paper bag.  Pop it in the microwave.  Dump it into a bowl and add a tablespoon of garlic oil and sprinkle parmesan cheese over it.  Garlic-Parmesan-Popcorn, it’s great with a movie on TV with a small side of chocolate.

Tonight I mixed this same garlic oil with some blue cheese and topped my rib-eye steak after turning it on the grill.  Be careful that the steak doesn’t burn with the oil melting on the grill. 

The tomatoes and basil are from my garden and vine ripened.  I sliced parmesan cheese and layered it with tomatoes, garlic oil and fresh basil from the garden and balsamic vinegar, salt and pepper.  It makes a great low-cal side dish to the ultimate $7 steak. 

Now for the wine.  My favorite winery is Le Cuvier.  Last night we opened a bottle of 2002 Le Cuvier Zinfandel.  It was barrel aged for 3 years and cellar aged in my cellar for 7 years.  It is 16.82% alcohol and very fruity and velvety.  But it has a kick, so be careful.  I had a little left from last night.  My favorite new wine club is Paoletti Winery.  Paoletti is in Calistoga at the north end of Napa Valley.  They grow and produce Estate Cabernet Sauvignon.  They just started a wine club and I joined without reservation.  You can get more information on Paoletti and other Napa wines in my blog on Napa from last summer.  The 2007 Paoletti Bella Novello Napa Cab is great.   And with a little Le Cuvier 2002 Zinfandel to finish off, I tried some blending.  A few wineries will blend Cabernet Sauvignon, Sangiovese and zinfandel in various proportions. I added < 10% of Le Cuvier 2002 Zinfandel to the Paoletti Cab.  The small addition of Zinfandel added additional ripe red fruit to the Cab. As well as softening the finish.  It was great with the medium-rare spicy rib-eye with garlic blue cheese on top.  And as the basil and balsamic vinegar from the tomatoes mixed with the steak and sautéed portabella mushrooms, magical.   I ate every bite.  This is a great meal for a deprived body.  I’ll have to go for a brutal bike ride tomorrow night to work it off.