Catacurian – Day 4: Olive oil tasting, homemade duck ham, and aspárragos cojonudos
September 21, 2010
Breakfast at Catacurian just gets better and better. Day 4 dawned bright and early, and welcomed us downstairs with open arms and a goat cheese tortilla sandwich. Muy buenos días, indeed! We were absolutely thrilled with this simple and filling breakfast option. Alicia took this opportunity to remind us that “goat cheese tortilla” is most definitely NOT the same thing as “tortilla española,” since tortilla española contains only eggs, salt, and potatoes.
Our first stop would be the Costers del Siurana winery, creators of the reknowned Clos de l’Obac wines.
We enjoyed a lightning-fast tour of the winery, and the over-the-top banter of our host Carles. Carles’ wife designed these beautiful clay adornments for the French oak (the smaller pore in the wood as compared to American oak means less contact with oxygen) barrels used to age and store the wine at the winery, very lovely!
During our visit, we even got to see the wine press in action, and we even got to taste freshly-pressed grape juice. This juice would grow up to become a rosé, as I recall. Check it out!
After the tour, it was time to taste some wines. We were ushered into a special (and beautiful!) tasting room, where the scene was set:
Each place at the table was set with the four wines we would try: Clos de l’Obac, Miserere, Kyrie, and Dolç de l’Obac.
Even cooler was what we found upon closer study of the mise-en-scène—we felt like movie stars!
The wines themselves were really amazing, including a white wine (Kyrie) which was not served chilled. It was reportedly made using a blend of 35% Garnacha blanca, 35% Macabeo, 30% Xarel.lo and 5% Moscatel de Alexandría grapes, and had such body that I would have guessed I was drinking a red wine if I hadn’t seen the glass. It was really incredible.
During the tasting, we learned that our host Carles had published a book titled “12 + 1: The Friar’s Dozen. Thirteen Vintages of a Priorat Wine,” which had won a national photography prize in 2004.
We also learned about an ingenious new product used to ship wine: a briefcase-sized hard plastic case which held 5 bottles: the Plasbox.
We bought plenty of wine, and then headed back to Catacurian to prepare for lunch. Adéu, Clos de l’Obac!
Next on our agenda was (what else?) lunch. The weather had turned a smidge cooler, and we decided to partake al fresco in the garden. We’d all had enough wine to feel a bit heavy-headed by lunchtime, but that didn’t stop us a bit from admiring this stunning piece of culinary art:
Our vinaigrette for this delicious salad was honey, thyme, olive oil, pepper, salt, and vinegar. And that extraordinary-looking round of cheese was lightly warmed in the oven, OMG-delish! Our salad was followed with this amazing salt cod dish: re-hydrated, roasted, and covered in pimentón ahumado-a smoky spice similar to paprika if paprika were stored in mesquite barrels. So moist and tasty!
Our new friend Michael (who looks remarkably like my youngest-and-sketchiest brother, Dave) got called out for referring to the aforementioned pimentón as “paprika.” Big no-no! He was in the doghouse for the rest of the day. This punishment, however, seemed bearable given our lunchtime beverage choice. We accompanied our lunch, as we did most of our lunches, with this Oriol Rossell cava – soooo refreshing for the hot weather and a super tasty accompaniment to any- and everything!
Lunch was followed by a shorter-than normal siesta time, since we would have an olive-oil tasting before preparing dinner. Yes, that’s right – olive oil tasting! Woo-hoo! We headed downstairs to the tasting room off the wine cellar, and awaiting us was the following intriguing scene:
We learned a TON about olive oil. First, the harvest occurs after the grape harvest and into wintertime, typically beginning in November or so. Actual extra-virgin olive oil is like fruit juice – pressed from the olives in the same unadulterated way as orange juice is squeezed from an orange. We learned the difference between the different grades of olive oil:
- Extra virgin: No defects (including rancidity or vinegary taste)
- Virgin: Minimal defects
- Olive oil: Refined oil – has had additional processing
We also learned about cold-extracted versus cold-pressed: Cold-extracted oil is extracted using a centrifuge to separate solids from liquids, while cold-pressed is simply pressed. As I understood it, cold-extraction can help avoid a more bitter taste imparted by minimal contact with the olive pits which have been crushed to press out the oil.
Olive oils are blind-tasted by olive oil experts, and these experts sip their oils from colored glass cups. The colored glass obscures the color of the oil (greener tints to the color of the oil tend to mean that the olives were harvested earlier in the season), and the tasting process is similar to that of wine tasting: taste, swish, swallow a bit, taste again, etc. The five flavor qualities by which olive oils are judged are:
The most commonly-found olive of Catalunya—or at least the Priorat and Monsant regions of Catalunya—is the Arbequina olive. It is very small, and when harvest time arrives, olive growers actually use a rake-type tool to “comb” the olives out of the tree. When the olives fall from the branches, they are collected in fine mesh nets placed below the trees.
All in all, a super interesting experience. I learned a lot!
Next up was dinner. We had special guests, as Alicia’s brother Alberto and his kiddos were to join us. Alberto is trying to figure out how to open up membership to the wine club for his small winery to include folks from the States. If any of you readers know about importing/shipping wines for personal comsumption (it would end up being something like 6 cases or 12 cases per member per year, probably all shipped at once, and several liters of olive oil also), please let me know and maybe we can help him figure things out.
Tonight’s menu was Pollastre amd prunes I pinyons—or Chicken with Prunes and Pine Nuts. Look at these lovely ingredients:
The preparation was relatively simple. Brown the chicken in a bit of olive oil and lard, add some aromatics, brandy or cognac, reduce, add broth, and then the dried fruits and pine nuts. Here’s our work in progress:
Now, just because our main dish was pretty low-effort did NOT mean we wouldn’t learn a ton of other additional cool things. We learned that, in
many all restaurants in Spain, chefs avoid making “real” raw-egg mayonnaise -based or aioli due to concerns about food safety when using raw eggs (some may use pasteurized eggs for these purposes). As a result, a wonderful alternative to the The traditional aioli recipe (“all i oli,” or “garlic and oil”) is to pound garlic to a smooth paste using a mortar and pestle, add salt, pound some more, and then drizzle in a bit of oil, mixing constantly (like making regular mayonnaise). Here’s our buddy Michael at work, presided over by our Eraser Monk from Escala Dei: [Many thanks to reader PA for helping make this section more accurate!]
The process is arduous. Instead of the velvety emulsification provided by
the traditional an egg yolk, the texture is less creamy, but still very tasty.
Next up was to prepare an appetizer of white asparagus (canned, to my surprise) served with cured duck breast. We learned just how easy it is to cure your own duck breast instead of paying out the wazoo for already-cured duck breast. Seems it is as easy as buying a duck breast, covering it thickly with sea salt, put it in the fridge for a 24-30 hours, brush off the salt, add a ton of black pepper, wrap in a flour sack towel, and stick it back in the fridge, uncovered. Two weeks later, you have duck ham! It will keep pretty indefinitely in the towel in the fridge, and you can slice off the bits you feel like eating. I can’t wait to try it at home! Here’s Alicia’s version. Isn’t this lovely?
The white asparagus was an adventure for various reasons. First, the can opener we were to use was of the kind I hadn’t seen in YEARS. Tiny and hand-cranked, this was the kind of can opener my grandma had at the back of her drawer, and that, when I was a kid, we took along on pop-up trailer-type weekends where we ate pork n’ beans and deviled ham (I know, I know) for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Michael, the oft-chosen recipient of all the icky jobs in our Catacurian kitchen, took on the challenge.
The second reason it was a hoot to work with white asparagus was that the brand name for them was “Cojonudos.” Evidently one of the Spanish kings pronounced these unusual vegetables to be “cojonudos” when they were served to him at some dinner waaay back in the day – a very positive proclamation from the royal lips. To me, however, and to many other Spanish-speaking folks, “cojonudo” means literally “a guy with really big balls.” Total puerile crack-up, and then it becomes even more hilarious when you add the “8/12 Extra grueso” since “extra grueso” means “extra thick.” Har har.
Our final lesson for the evening was to learn the recipe for shrimp fideuá – sort of similar to paella, but using fideo noodles instead of rice. Make a sofregit, add your shrimp to brown lightly, add fideos you’ve fried in olive oil, cover with hot stock, add saffron, cook for a bit and serve with the amazing egg-free garlic aioli. This fideuá is made with seaweed and other delights, but it definitely looks scrumptious!
Once again, we dined in the garden, doesn’t our chicken look yummy? Those of you who know I’m a little skeevy about picking meat off my chicken bones will be delighted to know that I picked the whole thing absolutely clean—Fernando clean, even. We accompanied dinner with wine from Clos de l’Obac, what a fabulous treat!
Here’s to a grand and action-filled day!