Barbara Ensrud is a wine journalist, author and wine educator. Her syndicated weekly wine colunns for the New York Daily News appeared in major metropolitan newspapers across the country, from the Miami Herald to the San Jose Mercury News, and during her years in New York, she was a regular contributor to the Leisure & Arts page of the Wall St. Journal. Her wine articles have appeared in GQ, Vogue, Parade, Garden & Gun, Smart Money, Harper's Bazaar, The Wine Spectator, Decanter, Food & Wine, Gastronomica, House & Garden, House Beautiful, Glamour, and numerous other publications. She is Regional Correspondent for Appellation America ( www.appellationamerica.com ) covering North Carolina wines and mid-Atlantic growing regions. She has been featured on TV (ABC, NBC) and radio (WUNC, WOR-NY).
Since the fall of 2000 she has taught wine courses at Duke University and previously at the University of Mississippi in Oxford and in New York at L'Academie du Vin, and The New School at CCNY; she was a regular guest lecturer Windows on the World. She has conducted panel tastings at the Aspen Wine & Food event, and judged in numerous wine competitions in the U.S. and Europe. She is a member of two elective professional organizations: The New York Wine Press and the American Society of Journalists and Authors.
Barbara Ensrud is a frequent speaker on the subject of wine, including its role in culture, history, myth and symbol. She conducts wine tastings and wine seminars for corporations, conferences and private gatherings. She also consults for restaurants in creating or upgrading wine lists, and works with individuals interested in collecting wine or starting a wine cellar. For more information, email inquiries: email@example.comB.E.'s Dinner with Julia--scroll down...
What is B.E. drinking this week?
Sauvignon Blanc. Another choice for spring--with fish, especially shellfish, with chèvre, with chicken salad with tarragon, with smoked ham, such as Dry Creek 2012--great flavor, nice zip.
Macôn-Villages 2012, all Chardonnay, unoaked, from the southern reaches of Burgundy, an area underlaced with limestone. This type of soil lends a wonderful mineral zest to these dry whites, making them very tasty.
A spring-like break in the weather brought on the urge for spring-like wines, so I've been trying Macôns--loved the way it worked with whole roasted red snapper the other night, and sauteed shrimp with tarragon on another. 2012 was an excellent vintage (better than 2013), so stock up for this spring and summer
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Dinner With Julia--A ReminiscenceComments? Questions? email b.e. at: firstname.lastname@example.org
Were she alive today, Julia Child would have turned 100 on August 15. When I saw the delightful movie "Julie and Julia" a few years back, it triggered some wonderful memories for me. Julia Child was a friend. Our paths had crossed numerous times at wine and food events. When she and Robert Mondavi founded the American Institute of Wine and Food, I was a big supporter of the idea and a charter member, and served on the board of the New York Chapter. In April of 1991 I was still living in New York, and heading to Boston to be on a wine panel at a tasting event. I called Julia to see if she would be in Cambridge at that time and proposed lunch. In her inimitably ebullient way, she said "Come for dinner!" And then, "Would you like to bring someone?" And then, "Can you spend the night?" Could I? Would I?
As it happened, my good friend George, a financial consultant with Fidelity, was then based in Boston. I had already called him about having dinner in Boston and we made a date for Friday night. I called him back after Julia's invitation. He was thrilled at the prospect, if a little daunted. I told George we were bringing the wine. Julia had told me we were having duck--a happy prospect, since it meant we could bring my favorite wine, red Burgundy.
George gave me the name of the wine shop he used, and I called to see which Burgundies and vintages they had in stock. The great vintage of 1985 had long been sold out, alas, but they had an excellent premier cru, Vosne-Romanée Les Suchots 1988. As George recalls, he walked out with two of the $50 bottles (currently nearer $700, George, could it be found!). About 7:30 we pulled up in front of the large and comfortable two-story house on Irving Street and walked around to a back entrance, as Julia had instructed. She greeted us warmly and ushered us right into her warm, wonderful kitchen. She introduced a friend and neighbor, the tall and ruggedly attractive John DeJennet, and we stood around the kitchen table nibbling on Scottish smoked salmon and golden caviar with cocktails. John drank scotch; Julia sipped what John called "an upside-down Martini"--dry vermouth on the rocks with a little gin floating on top, so I had one, too.* Another couple soon arrived with their oversized but well-behaved dog, Abigail Adams, a golden russet retriever mix who lay politely at the door to the kitchen--and stayed put all evening.
Julia wore a brilliantly colored blouse of striped silk over purple knit pants and black suede Birkenstock-like sandals. A chef's apron was tied around her waist, with a towel hanging from it. It was all delightfully informal--typical of Julia and her genuine, down-to-earth, enthusiastic manner that put everyone so at ease as we visited and got acquainted. The Muscovy ducks were in the oven. Fresh asparagus was peeled and ready to steam. The other vegetable was to be roast large onions. “I was down in the market this morning and they had these beautiful onions so I just got some," George recalls Julia saying. "All you do is peel them, cut them in half, put olive oil on them, and put them face down on a cookie sheet. Bake them at 350 for about 30 minutes, turn them over and put sprinkle some parmesan cheese on top and put them back in for another 10 or 15 minutes."
When dinner was close to ready, we all helped clear the table and reset it--green straw placemats on the mustard yellow striped cloth, with thick yellow napkins and Provençal plates. Julia brought out the ducks on a large platter surrounded by the onions. The asparagus was topped with her mouth-melting hollandaise. It was all delectable, of course--the ducks tender and moist as only roast/braising can make them.
Julia had brought up from the wine cellar a 1964 Grands Echezeaux, decanted at the table and rather amazing at 26 years! That's old for a Burgundy, but it still had fruit, with smoky, tarry aromas, somewhat briary in flavor but quite enjoyable, and a very special treat.
The 1988 Vosne-Romanée was fabulous (thank goodness!)--heady, teeming with aromas of black raspberries that fairly leaped from the glass, rich in texture with vibrant, lush black-fruit flavors. Can any wine be more more seductive than a well-made Côtes de Nuits? I asked. Julia concurred, remarking that "Burgundy was always Paul's favorite."
Conversation was lively and non-stop. Like George, I can't quite remember the various topics. I know I told her about my recent visit with Mary Frances (M.F.K. Fisher) in Glen Ellen. Julia, almost 80 at the time, drank and ate with gusto the food she herself had cooked--this after a cooking event in Swampscott, MA. earlier that day. She had made Ladyfinger Dacquoise for dessert, "lots of cream but no butter," she explained. After dinner, she prepared the coffee in her Braun coffeemaker and drank it (real). As George recounts, we all helped with clearing, loading the dishwasher, washing and drying pots and pans, and then adjourned to the library for cognac and more conversation.
I'm a little blurry on the sleepover. I remember heading upstairs after all the farewells, followed by a cat that Julia said might end up on the bed with me. But I can't say, really, since I slept extremely well and soundly, like the proverbial log. Next morning I awoke to the bracing aroma of strong coffee and came downstairs to be met with Julia's hearty greeting and "what would you like for breakfast--how about an omelet?" Oh wow, who could resist? I wasn't quite hungry again. But I managed to eat the whole puffy, buttery thing.
I look back and marvel at the sheer delight of that visit, the wonderful dinner, of course, but also of Julia's inimitable spontaneity, her warm generosity, her unflagging energy. Her presence was always like being caught in a beam of sunlight. She radiated, and it was wonderful to luxuriate in it for a while. I'll always be grateful.
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