for tomorrow you may be in Utah.” Laugh if you wish. I’ve wanted to make a particular chicken marsala recipe that marries three recipes including one of mine and an idea from one of my mother’s. It calls for dry marsala. I can’t find it in the State-run liquor/wine store known for the best wine selection in Utah.
That’s like saying you have the best cabin on the Titanic. Now I’m told that they can order me a case of wine they carry and save it for me for a party. They won’t order me one specialty bottle to use in a recipe.
I checked with the importer, and my favorite specialty store online that I went to the flagship store for wine, all kinds of meats and cheeses and exotic dessert items and neither is allowed to ship to Utah.
So now I’ve written the Utah Department of Alcoholic Beverage Control with my name and address so they’ll know if I try to smuggle a bottle over the border.
These people are hampering my culinary pursuits. The local DABC Store has one huge bottle of awful-looking sweet marsala for under $8. I won’t buy it. Ruining dinner for guests is not the way to go. Plus, who knows how many years it’s been there?
Tons of madiera and ports, plus sherries, but no dry marsala. And they say they can’t order one bottle for me to use less than 1/2 cup for a recipe. Methinks we should move to another State with less paternalistic tendencies.
Last night vandals spraypainted the beautiful State Capitol building. I’ve been to see it twice and it is a gorgeous space. They changed State Capitol of Utah to CHURCH Capitol of Utah. This morning, I was outraged as I am when any culturally significant building is defaced. Tonight I agree with their sentiments, not with their actions. News will be forwarded.
Right now I’ve St. Louis style ribs ready to go on the grill to finish but it’s thundering and lighning out there like there’s no tomorrow (is this what I get for asking for a bottle of Italian fortified wine). Scalloped potatoes are in the oven, which I just turned off, and green beans are ready to be blanched at any moment.
I miss California, where I could buy beef and make a beef carbonnade (beer, preferably one like Newcastle Brown Ale) or Julia’s favorite with red wine and onions. All in one stop. Not here. They say the rules have been relaxed, I disagree. Good luck getting a glass of sherry tonight as a digestif. Dee
Cooking with Dee 