Chocolate Shadow Peanut Butter Cookies | Holiday Cookies

As a group, we were split on these. Some of us loved the peanut buttery goodness. Others weren’t too sure about the mix of peanut butter, chocolate and peppermint. A cookie’s a cookie, though, and they got eaten up quickly nonetheless.

Chocolate Shadow Peanut Butter Cookies

Submitted by Karen Hagar
1 1/2 cup(s) on natural crunchy or creamy peanut butter
1 cup(s) packed light-brown sugar
1/2 cup(s) (1 stick) softened unsalted butter
1 large egg
1 1/2 cup(s) all-purpose flour (spooned and leveled)
1 teaspoon(s) baking powder
½ to ¾ cup of semi-sweet or any type of dark chocolate – chocolate chips (the amount will vary as it depends how much chocolate you’ll want in the batter)
¼ to ½ tsp of peppermint extract
Raw or fine sugar (optional)
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Directions
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. In a medium bowl, whisk together flour and baking powder; set aside.
In a large bowl, beat peanut butter, sugar, and butter until smooth. Beat in egg. Gradually add flour mixture, beating to combine.
Melt the the chocolate and add the peppermint. Swirl into the cookie batter.
Pinch off dough by the tablespoon; roll into balls; roll in sugar, if using. Place 2 inches apart on parchment-lined baking sheets. Using a fork, press balls in a crisscross pattern, flattening to a 1/2-inch thickness.
Bake cookies, rotating halfway through, until lightly golden, 18 to 22 minutes.
Cool cookies on a wire rack. Store in an airtight container at room temperature up to 1 week.

Minty Chocolate Sandwich Cookies | Holiday Cookies

These are both adorable and tasty. The chocolate cookies have a nice little snap, and who can resist a buttery peppermint cream filling? You can dial down the minty-ness by only using a teaspoon or so, but personally, I love the cool flavor. If you’re feeling extra festive, roll the cookies in crushed candy canes around the edges.

Minty Chocolate Sandwich Cookies

Submitted by Donna Williamson
4 cups all-purpose flour
1 1/3 cups unsweetened cocoa powder (I use Ghirardelli)
2 tsp. espresso powder
1/2 tsp. salt
1 1/2 cups butter, softened
1 1/2 cups sugar
2 eggs
Peppermint Cream Filling
1 cup butter, softened
2 tsp vanilla
2 tsp peppermint extract
5 cups powdered sugar, divided into 2 – 2 1/2 cup portions
2 Tbsp milk
Directions
In a large bowl, stir together flour, cocoa powder, espresso powder, and salt; set aside
In a very large mixing bowl, beat butter with an electric mixer on medium to high speed for 30 seconds. Add sugar. Beat until combined, scraping sides of bowl occasionally. Beat in eggs until combined. Beat in as much of the flour mixture as you can with the mixer. Using a wooden spoon, stir in any remaining flour mixture. Divide dough in half. If necessary, cover and chill for 1 to 2 hours until dough is easy to handle.
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. On a lightly floured surface, roll half of the dough at a time until 1/4 inch thick. Using a 2 1/2 inch round cookie cutter, cut out dough. Place 1″ apart on a parchment-lined cookie sheet. Bake 10 to 12 minutes or until edges are firm. Transfer to a wire rack and let cool. Fill cookies with Peppermint Cream Filling. Chill at least one hour before serving. Store in the refrigerator up to 3 days.
Directions for Peppermint Cream Filling
In a large bowl, beat softened butter with an electric mixer on high speed until fluffy. Add vanilla and peppermint. Beat in 2 1/2 cups powdered sugar. Beat in milk. Add the rest of the powdered sugar and beat until smooth. Tint with green or red food coloring, if desired. If necessary beat in additional milk to make spreading consistency.

What Obama and Bush both know about wine

Chicken/egg, TV/commercial, show-me-yours/I’ll-show-you-mine; which came first, the food or the wine? In our house, such questions carry weight, a seriousness you might consider more properly reserved for electrocardiograms, or matters of national security. The thing of it is, in wine country, at least in the fractional hectare of the 707 area code delineated by our split-rail fence line, the ordinal structure of food vis-a-vis wine matters, not least because you’ll neither be fed nor drunk until we’ve settled the matter, and I seriously doubt that I’m alone in building menus around bottles at least as often as doing so conversely. To wit, another kid-friendly, three-ingredient meal in the works – Sunny Eggs with Crispy Polenta and Creamy Mushroom Sauce – designed specifically to pair with a wine that my wife adores and that Presidents Obama and Bush Jr uniquely agree upon, because it’s been spilled on the official tablecloths of Republican and Democratic White Houses alike…
But first, context is warranted: My wife is on what I can like to call a Chard bender, and the wine racks where we keep our whites look a bit like the maples of her youth come the first snows of November: You know that they were full only recently, you clearly remember seeing them shot through with color and promise, but all that stands in front of you today is dry wood and the lonely spaces in between. This is, to be clear, an issue of frequency, not of quantity, because my wife doesn’t really drink all that much. However, and here again I count my blessings, she is happy enough to drink small quantities frequently, thereby encouraging both my regular raids on the family cellar and my predilection for pigging, but also – when the Chard bender is in full effect – leading to Saharan absences of the one white varietal that will acceptably whet her cute little whistle.
Result: Me, along with my youngest daughter, the inimitable Miss Maggie, on a late afternoon restocking mission. I wanted to go to Alexander Valley, where we believe – heretically, to most of our Russian River Valley neighbors – some of the very finest Chardonnays in the New World are produced (I’ve posted on AV Chards here, here, and here). Unfortunately, my darling nina was not feeling well, so rather than strap her into the back of the car and drag her around the next valley over, we played turistas and tooled around the Healdsburg plaza, her with an organic chocolate frozen yogurt from Snow Bunny (outlandishly overpriced by the calorie, but healthy and delicious all the same), and me with a visit to one of my favorite makers of local Chardonnay, Ms Susie Selby of Selby Winery. Another very accomplished winemaker (Bill Parker, currently making outstanding wines for White Oak, and previously for Matanzas Creek and BR Cohn) once told me that Chardonnay, more than any other varietal, reflects the influence and intentions of the winemaker: Just as a great vineyard will display its terroir in the wine that it births, so too will a fine Chardonnay reflect the hand of its maker. This turns out to be great news for Chard drinkers, because it means that if you can find a winemaker whose style of Chardonnay agrees with you, you can pretty much stop worrying about the rest.
It also means I’m a regular at Susie’s tasting bar, because my wife and I share an affinity for her particular style of Chardonnay, somewhat unfashionable these days, defined by a dense core of fruit framed in toasty oak and featuring flavors like sweet butter, toasted coconut, and creme brulee. We’re much less keen on either the overtly tropical-almost sweet or the steely hard-almost austere styles that have become so much the rage in our Valley and down into the Central Coast, but Susie makes just the sort of Chard we love – from local fruit (one of her vineyards is across the street from our kids’ elementary school, an endearing factoid for me), using classical techniques and French oak barrels. Plus, we think it’s kind of cool to support female winemakers: Not only do women often have more refined palates than men but, like professional chefs, their presence in big-time wine making keeps growing, despite the inversely-stacked odds of an industry – not unlike the kitchen – steeped in generations of male jefes calling the shots.
The other really cool thing about Selby is that the White House Ombudsman regularly serves her Dave Selby Reserve Chardonnay at big-wig State dinners, and the menus are all over the tasting room walls. And, as I mentioned, this is not an Obama phenomenon, because the Ombudsman has been pouring Susie’s wines for at least two Administrations, and which probably says something profound about the ability of good wine to transcend poor politics. It also provides a serious tactical edge to the home cook who, like me, having already fallen in love with the wine, now needs to build a menu around it, because you get to steal ideas from the executive chef of the White House itself. Engage your mental palate and sip the wine while you peruse the menus, and I will assure you of this one thing: You will take the Chardonnay home, and you will almost surely try to cook something using scallops or corn to match.

Cut Your Carrots, Not Your Fingers

Culinary knife cuts / carrotsThere is an unavoidable tension between the desire to manipulate a carrot into uniform, rectangular shapes (including every culinary knife cut in the parallelepiped family, from the batonnet soldier awaiting its Ranch dressing destiny to the microscopically perfect brunoise at the bottom of a bowl of consomme), and the desire to keep one’s digits unbloodied and persistently attached to one’s hand without surgical assistance. This is, of course, a natural byproduct of the unstable equilibrium created by placing an essentially round object – unless we’re talking seriously pre-fabricated foodstuffs, carrots obviously begin life in the kitchen in approximately cylindrical form – atop the level plane of a cutting board, and subsequently applying extreme pressure over the diminutive surface area of a knife edge.
Imagine trying to log-roll while wearing hockey skates, or walk a balance beam in Roller Blades, and you’ll have some sense of what you’re asking of your knife skills when you maul a carrot, and an appreciation of why classically trained chefs insist on doing such things one way, and not another. For me, the proper dismembering of a carrot will always be linked inextricably with the classic Lobster Sauce Americaine, because when I was first taught to make this sauce – a truly extraordinary dish, and such an unbelievable, all-day sort of pain in the ass that I’ve been running scared of trying it again for nigh on a decade – I had to cut an allumette of carrots to go with some peas as an accompaniment. While it is certainly true that peas and carrots excel in conjunction with both the lobster meat and the sauce – the flavors meld, the colors pop, and the textural contrast adds interest – I can’t really say why this should be: The minutes it should take to cut some little matchsticks out of a carrot really have very little to do with the final dish, particularly when compared to the hours spent roasting shells, poaching roe, straining the sauce, and all the other jazz that truly define the final product. But food memory can be funny that way, and to this day I cannot cut a carrot without tasting Sauce Americaine; and wondering when I’ll muster the courage to make it again.
In any case, as with most fundamental kitchen tasks, we in the early 21st century have the considerable advantage of several hundred years worth of others’ hard-won experience: The right ratio for a custard or bread dough; the proper way to emulsify a sauce; the proportion of onion in a mirepoix; and how to cut rectangular shapes out of something that is round. The challenge is to keep the round thing from rolling around as you push your knife through it, because if it rolls, then that blade is going to end up somewhere other than in your food, and that usually means you. The solution is equally obvious: Make the round thing not-round by taking off one of its sides. Once this has been accomplished, lie the thing on its newly-flattened side and square off the other three sides, creating a 3D rectangle. From there, you can easily cut flat squares, long planks, thin (julienne) or thick (batonnet) sticks, and any size of cube (dice). Thus does the entire exercise reduce to one cut: You need to get that first side off, in one clean cut, without hurting yourself. (If you’re knife is dull, you will have a real problem – seriously, you need a really good edge to do this safely. But more on the importance of sharp knives in another post.) Decide on the final shape you want (plank, stick, or cube) and the size (fine, medium, large), and everything else is just the consistent replication of a simple pattern:

Cut into a rectangular block
Cut the carrot into a rectangular block

Cut the block into uniform planks

Cut the planks into uniform sticks

Cut the sticks into uniform cubes

A nearly perfect French fry, from the oven

Oven Roasted French Fries (Heston Blumenthal method)The extraordinary potato: A poisonous, inedible plant whose tuber provides one of the world’s most critical food sources and is equally at home in a Michelin-star kitchen as it is in a McDonald’s fry basket. whose Personally, I love potatoes. I mean, I really, really, love them. I could probably eat an entire meal consisting entirely of potatoes and enjoy it (at least, with enough fat and salt – one of the potatoes many desirable properties is its gustatory affinity for fat and salt). I love potatoes mashed, grated and fried into pancakes; diced and roasted as home fries; baked, oven-roasted, and, of course, deep-fried into French fries. Is there any food that is simultaneously simpler and more spectacular than a perfectly french-fried potato? I, for one, think not; but deep-frying at home is both suboptimally unhealthy, and more than a little dangerous, which is why I was so excited to discover that one can make exceptional fries in the oven (recipe & technique are described at the bottom of this post).
It is to the humble tuber’s credit that it remains edible, if perhaps not at the peak of flavor, days, weeks, even months after it is pulled from the ground; certainly, the ease with which potatoes can be stored played a material role in wintering over food supplies prior to the advent of refrigeration, particularly in Europe (Europeans still produce the most potatoes per capita, but the fastest rate of change is in Asia, and China is now the world’s leading producer). As usual, lots of good info here at Wiki, and if you’re really in a potato mood, check out the British Potato Council (how can you not love the Brits for this sort of thing?). The catch is that storage comes at a cost – once the potato begins to decompose, however slowly, the starches that are so essential to its culinary properties begin to break down, and texture and flavor are compromised – so whenever you find truly farm-fresh taters (and you have to ask, even at the farmer’s market – I used to see last-season’s crop for sale at the Union Square market in NYC all the time, when the stalls were otherwise lean), then by all means, you must buy them, and cook them post-haste.
I buy local spuds from several farmers, including Bernier Farms and Love Farms, but I’m particularly partial to the Yukon Golds from Foggy River Farms: On a good day, heaped in their baskets and camouflaged in clods of dirt, they still seem to hold the warmth of the topsoil they were unearthed from, although that seems unlikely, given the cool weather we’ve had. Regardless, hatched from the ground only hours earlier, they are irrefutably gorgeous in their filthy splendor, and an open invitation to make yummy things with hot fat and some fancy salt.
Hot fat, however – and French fries, specifically – present the home cook with a few obstacles, notably deep-frying (messy, dangerous, and requiring special equipment), and health (fat, fat, and more fat; although I’m not really very concerned with fat per se, the health issue having more to do with the types of fat and total calories consumed rather than the percentage or grams of fat in isolation, it’s still the case that anything I pull from a fryer is headed for my belly). Inspired by Heston Blumenthal’s approach to oven-roasted potatoes, I’ve been experimenting with “oven fries” for years now, with both greater and lesser success, and I’ve now convinced myself that a good – no, an excellent – oven fry is possible, even likely, with relatively little effort, and not much guilt on the health front.
Oven Fries

  1. Start with proper potatoes. If you’re going to go the trouble, and bear the caloric consequences, of making and eating home-made fries, surely it’s worth a good potato. Most important is that the potato be of the waxy variety, and ideally fresh from your favorite local grower’s patch of dirt. My go-to waxy potato is the Yukon Gold, great flavor, texture, color, and you can almost always find them.
  2. Pre-heat the oven to 450F and boil a pot of salted water that is large enough to accommodate all the fries without crowding. (If you don’t know how to salt water, go with the Italians’ advice for pasta: It should taste about like the sea – this works for pasta, vegetables, whatever.)
  3. While everything else is getting hot, proceed to wash, peel and then cut the potatoes into roughly rectangular shapes, dropping the cut fries into a large bowl of cold water. You will waste a bit, but reserve the trim; we’ll use the trim in the cooking, and it’s vitally important to start with the right shape: A bit oblong is fine, as length is not so critical; what is essential is that the four “sides” of your potato are parallel, so that you can subsequently cut it into fries of uniform thickness. Cut the potatoes into planks of uniform thickness, typically 5-10mm per side; I like about a 1/4″, but, while this is a matter of preference and aesthetics, cooking times and temps must be adjusted. Take the planks and stack them and cut them into sticks of width equal to their height – this will give you nice fries of uniform thickness, a pleasing square shape, and – most importantly – equal cooking time. As you cut the sticks, drop them into a bowl of cold water; this will help rinse starch off their surfaces and prevent them from sticking together.
  4. Wrap the trimmings in cheesecloth and drop it into the boiling water and dump the potato sticks into the boiling water for long enough to blanch – carefully! Use a slotted spoon or something to avoid splatter – and cook for about 5 minutes. 5 is my number, for my size fry (pictured); it will vary, from 3-8 minutes or so, so you need to watch them. They should come out just barely tender, but not at all falling apart – if they don’t ‘bend’ at all when you pluck one out, they’re not ready; if they start breaking or fail to hold their clean-cut shape, they’re over. This step is critical: There is no such thing as a decent fry that has been cooked only once. There is no short cut. You can use water, as I do here, instead of oil (not quite as good, but still quite good, and much healthier, easier, less messy, and safer at home), but you MUST blanch them before frying, or your fries are destined to suck. Seriously. It has everything to do with giving the starch molecules in the outer layer time to glue together before frying, which is what creates a crisp crust and a flaky interior. The chemistry is unforgiving on this, you can take my word for it, consult McGee, Corriher, or this excellent discussion from the French Culinary Institute, or you can eat shitty fries.
  5. Gently – gently – drain, rinse, and pat-dry the potatoes (laying them out on a kitchen towel which you then fold over works well). Transfer to a large bowl and coat them liberally with good-quality olive oil. When in doubt, keep it local – I’m still working through the bottom of a bottle of TJ’s Spanish EVOO, but I’d prefer to have used DaVero’s 40-weight. And when I say liberally, I mean it, now is not the time to skimp on fat. The fries should be coated and glistening with oil.
  6. Transfer to a sheet tray, moving the fries around to ensure that they all have room to breathe. Don’t “crowd” the tray! Transfer the sheet tray to the 450-degree oven and bake for about 20 minutes. Watch, listen, and check them frequently from 15 minutes on, but I suspect you’ll find about 25 minutes total cooking time.
  7. Take them out and salt the hell out of them. Nothing worse than a bland, under-seasoned french fry. Kosher salt is a staple around here, but sometimes it doesn’t stick to fries very well, so a finer grind of good sea salt, or – better – one of the more powdery sel gris would really make them sing.
  8. Serve IMMEDIATELY! Heinz (and no other) ketchup, or – better – a home-made aioli, would be unimpeachable, but is purely optional.

Good vittles…

Shimo opening menu (Dec. 3)

Doors open on Chef Douglas Keane (and company’s) Healdsburg steakhouse, Shimo, December 3.
Opening menu:
shimo furi (she mõ furé )
Japanese for frost; refers to the snow like white color of the  intramuscular  marbling in the beef, which gives it a naturally enhanced flavor, tenderness  and juiciness.
Our philosophy at Shimo differs from most traditional steakhouses and is  best explained as “quality not quantity”.  I have often thought that  steakhouse portions are too big and that six to ten ounces of high quality  protein is plenty to satiate most people.  I believe that the best steaks come from thick cuts of dry aged prime beef,  cooked on the bone and finished by searing and basting to create a  wonderful crust and delicious umami flavor.
To harmonize these seemingly opposite philosophies, most of our steaks are  larger cuts of meat but are intended to be shared by two or more people.
We have searched out the best tasting beef available and will continue to look for other cuts and styles. Please let us know if there is anything special  you would like to see on our menu.
appetizers
six cheddar parmesan biscuits  $6
romaine salad with maple glazed bacon, parmesan and sansho dressing  $13
ginger shiso dashi with rock shrimp shumai  $12
tempura oyster with pickled lettuce and ginger sauce  $16
“shrimp cocktail” horseradish pudding, tomato syrup and delicate greens  $13
deviled jidori eggs with togarashi and tsukemono  $8
tuna tartar, asian pear, celery root and soy truffle sauce  $16
vegetables-enough to share
black truffle cauliflower gratin  $11
bacon brussels sprouts  $8
bean sprouts, sesame, chili, garlic and soy  $8
steamed snap peas and radish  $8
roasted seasonal mushrooms  aq
potatoes-enough to share
rösti  $10
puree  $9
“double baked and stuffed”  $12
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sauces $3.50
bordelaise
béarnaise
creamed horseradish
ponzu
blue cheese and garlic butter
seaweed yuzu butter
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steaks
korean bbq tri tip 8oz    for one    $23
boneless new york strip 12oz   for one to two    $52
bone-in filet 12oz   for one to two    $55
bone-in new york strip 24oz  for two or three   $94
tomahawk rib eye 34oz   for three    $128
bone-in porterhouse 48oz  for four   $195
australian wagyu strip score10    cut to order  $20 /oz
poultry and fish
crispy poussin  $24
seafood of the day  aq

Dine out for Life today

Time to do it again. Eat out, save lives. It’s as simple as that.
This year’s Dining Out for Life happens Thursday, Dec. 2, 2010, with restaurants donating 25-50% of your bill to Food For Thought – Sonoma County AIDS Food Bank. It’s a great way to get some grub and help others.
Since folks got upset that I listed some restaurants and not others last year, click here for a full list

Fox News: Grass-Fed Worse For Environment (Part 2)

Does grass-fed beef really have a larger carbon footprint than its corn-fed cousin? That’s the controversial claim made by John Stossel, posted on Townhall.com and televised on Fox Business Network, that I talked about in my post from earlier this week. With a little digging, it turned out that the so-called “research” on which the story was based (posted here by its WSU co-author) turned out not to be science at all, but rather a wanly disguised shill job by Elanco, the company that makes the dietary supplements that corn-fed cattle require, with precisely zero supporting data or calculations. However, while such inconvenient facts may impugn the credibility of both the source and Mr Stossel’s shoddy reporting of it, they don’t necessarily invalidate the conclusion that concentrated feedlot finishing is less resource-intensive than grazing on pasture.
While that conclusion may at first sound counter-intuitive, it has a reasonable economic rationale: Feedlot-finishing produces animals that get much fatter (corn-fed carcass weights are about 30% heavier), at a much faster rate (corn-fed steer can gain the same weight in about half the time), than the pasture-based alternative. Thus (the argument goes), in order to produce the equivalent amount of beef, corn-based finishing systems produce far fewer methane emissions, simply because an animal that lives half as long tends to poop half as much, and poop is what introduces methane into the atmosphere. While I may have serious reservations about its source, I try not to accept or reject a potentially important hypothesis without supporting evidence, and the underlying reasoning here seems sufficiently solid to warrant a deeper investigation of the whole grass v. corn docket.
As it seems so often to be the case in the real world, the more I ask a question, the more complicated the answers become; do any real research, and you’ll quickly convince yourself that it would take a small (or possibly large) book to go through all the arguments in grass v. corn in detail. But that doesn’t mean there aren’t some particular issues, and even a few reasonably clear answers, that seem fundamental to this particular argument, and which I’ve tried to summarize as succinctly as possible, subject to some minimum standards for accuracy and completeness (I’d like to think that, in writing a post like this, we at the Proximal Kitchen hold ourselves to a smidge higher bar than did Prof Capper and Mr Stossel in theirs):

  1. Energy Inputs: For the grass-fed steer, energy inputs are largely related to the production and/or transportation of hay for feeding; the feedlot-finished steer requires corn for feeding (which in turn requires fertilizer to grow, and transport to deliver) as well as energy for transport of the animal itself over generally longer distances. The Capper/Elanco paper claims to adjust for fertilizer and transport, but neither the underlying assumptions, the related calculations, nor the final outputs are provided, so it’s hard even to guess at what numbers they’re using in their final calculations, but I did find one example of an actual calculation (posted here by some Bard college grad students, although I’m not sure how good their numbers are), as well as the abstract of a more serious academic study (link here), that make a  pretty compelling case that grass-fed beef requires far less energy, purely from an input perspective. A contrary view – in which the feed and transport requirements of raising beef on pasture in colder climates (i.e., when the herd can’t simply convert solar energy into food via grass) dominate the energy intensity of the corn-based CAFO – may be found here.
  2. Methane Emissions: It seems reasonably clear that pasture-raised beef produces higher methane emissions, for the reason already stated: They live a lot longer, so they spend a lot more time excreting methane into the environment. How this nets down against energy inputs, of course, is less clear, because the cumulative energy-input equation (per bullet 1. above) is less well-understood. There is also a residual issue that may be important, but that I don’t generally see discussed in the literature: Feedlot operations must dispose of essentially all of the excrement from the cattle, so virtually all of it goes directly into the atmosphere, without any offsetting credit. But in a pasture, virtually all of the waste product ends up back in the ground as fertilized soil. How this effect nets down the effective emission footprint is unclear, at least to me.
  3. Land & Water Use: There are strong arguments that CAFO operations are more efficient from an acreage perspective, simply by virtue of their concentration: Fattening animals more quickly on less land almost has to use less total acreage. However, there is a closely related argument about the nature of the soil use: The feedlot operation essentially destroys the dirt it sits on for other applications, creates potential groundwater problems, and almost surely causes profound soil erosion. Similarly, in the case of water, the longer feeding times on pasture generally imply much higher water requirements; however, the feedlot will likely create more water pollution, and consumes water transitively through the corn diet. So, while the feedlot operation almost surely requires less land and water directly to produce a kilogram of beef, the nature of that usage is much more destructive to the land, and possibly to water, as a resource, and therefore has additional opportunity costs that are not generally accounted for, at least in my review of the literature.
  4. Health Claims: The Fox/Stossel pieces (although not the Capper/Elanco presentation) also make some rather silly claims to the effect that there are no demonstrable health differences. This, I think, is just willful ignorance: We can debate the unknown impact of antibiotics (resistance), or perhaps dodgy feedstock (um, mad cow, anyone?), but the lower overall fat and superior lipid profile of grass-fed beef is, in my view, pretty uncontroversial.
  5. Technology and Breed: As near as I can tell, all the available research on grass v. corn compares a modern, state-of-the-art feedlot operation to relatively more primitive pasture-raised technologies. If both of those represent the best technologies available, then that is fair enough, but that is not an inherent truism, for at least two reasons: First, and most importantly, feeding on grass requires cows that are naturally suited to a grass-based diet. That seems obvious enough, but generations of culling and breeding the herd specifically for feedlots has left us with very few cows that are at their best on grass: We have literally bred the ability to feed on grass out of the animal. That may or may not be a good thing, but it certainly introduces a bias into the studies, because they’re implicitly comparing the most efficient corn-fed animal with the least-efficient grass-fed animal. Furthermore, there is a new technique – “managed intensive grazing” – that appears to make grass feeding much more efficient with very little extra toll (and possibly some benefit, due to a natural grazing/fertilizing cycle) on the environment; possibly, these techniques are even as land-efficient as CAFOs, although I could only find one discussion (here, from Mother Earth, not exactly an unbiased or scientific resource).
  6. Other Negative Externalities: My biggest gripe with the data provided in support of CAFOs is that, in all likelihood, some of their biggest potential costs are simply unpriced – what economists call “negative externalities“, or costs borne by society that are not perceived by the person creating the cost. This phenomenon occurs all the time in our economy, but surely one the scariest examples is the potential for the use of antibiotics in CAFOs to encourage resistance, because it’s hard to imagine something more taken for granted and yet more fundamental to human longevity than antiobiotics. Some 70% of all antibiotic production in the US is consumed by meat and dairy production, and yet we have very little understanding of what their presence in our food system will mean for future bugs’ resistance to existing medicines. We know that antibiotics are becoming less effective; we do not know definitively why, but surely it is worth thinking about the single largest consumer of the stuff. There are also all sorts of other unpriced costs, including massive taxpayer-borne cleanup costs for the CAFO sites and their manure disposal mechanisms (by some estimates, in the many billions of dollars).

Well, I’ve probably burned up way too much of your and my time at this point, so I’ll summarize it as briefly as I can like this: If you think less flavorful, more richly marbled, corn-fed beef tastes better, I’m not about to stop you, but don’t kid yourself about the health costs. If you think that the higher cost of grass-fed beef is worth the flavor, health, and ethical benefits that eating it confers, then I’m with you, but I won’t make you do it. However, if you want to make an unequivocal case that feedlots are more environmentally sound than pastures, then you’ll have to do a considerably more careful job than Professor Capper, Elanco, John Stossel, and Fox Business News do. That’s not to say that “grass-fed” is the slam-dunk winner – there are reasonable arguments in favor of corn-feeding, from an efficiency point of view, and the grass-fed lobbies should both consider these arguments carefully, and make their own case more rigorously. But the overall balance of evidence suggests that it is grossly premature to render a verdict in favor of CAFOs, particularly when one considers factors such as the broad social costs to our soil and health, none of which are actually perceived by the feedlot operator.
Finally – and I say this as a meat-eater – it’s worth remembering that all beef production is incredibly inefficient from an energy point of view, because, it is hard to think of a more wasteful way to convert energy in to food than beef (c.f. this older but excellent, and prescient, piece by Prof Pimentel). That doesn’t mean we shouldn’t eat it; but it does mean that we should think about it a little more carefully than either Fox or Mother Earth.

Kuleto opening “forage” resto in Healdsburg?

Update: Sadly, the rumor turns out to be false according to the Kuleto restaurant group.”We have no plans at this time,” though they said that Pat actually got a kick out of the “news”.

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Rumor has it restaurateur Pat Kuleto is opening a foraged-food themed restaurant in Healdsburg.
Foraging — a term for food that is “gathered” from the land — is a hot-commodity among the food-set, though Wine Country chefs have long been familiar with back-door mushroomers and “gifted” produce from neighboring homes with an unexpected abundance of lemons, persimmons or apples.
In Napa, Avia Hawksworth has been employed as the resident forager for Farmstead Restaurant since 2009, gathering a host of local produce for the restaurant. Also recently published was The Wild Table by Connie Green, Thomas Keller’s favorite forager.
“Our yet-to-be-named restaurant will take advantage of the ample sources of natural, organic and foraged food possibilities along California’s pristine North Coast,” said a recent ad looking for staff.
Yet unnamed, it will will be Kuleto’s seventh restaurant. His other restaurants include Boulevard, Jardiniere, Nick’s Cove, Epic Roasthouse and the former Martini House. No word on the opening date, yet.

Five Guys Burgers, Ike’s to Santa Rosa

Virginia-based Five Guys Burgers & Fries, a burgery that engenders the same kind of fanatical fast-food following as In-N-Out and is an Obama favorite, will soon open in Santa Rosa.  The East-Coast franchise will be hiring 50-70 employees in the next few weeks and is slated for a February opening in the Mendocino Marketplace.
Also opening on Mendocino Ave. is Ike’s Place, a popular SF sandwichery recently embroiled in a series of real estate snafus. Best known for their “dirty sauce”, and ,uh, creatively-named sandwiches (the Lizzy’s Lips, Spiffy Tiffy, Fat Bastard, Pizzle), the location is in a former convenience mart near Santa Rosa Junior College.
Let the franchise tsunami continue!