Even a tag team of Fred Rogers and Bob Ross would be challenged by these last five months. But there are things to make you dream on a midsummer night. Consider beer.
THE SUMMERTIME BREWS
The top-selling beers in the United States include Bud Light, Coors Light, Budweiser, Miller Lite, and Michelob Ultra. No wonder that hard seltzer is rising fast.
But, with the Fourth of July ready to ignite fireworks, you’ll enjoy a six-pack of brews that does the same. They’re sparklers.
Begin with the hoppy and lightly bubbly Anchor Liberty Ale (★★★★), a celebratory choice from Anchor Brewing Company since 1975. The balanced ale was made to honor Paul Revere’s ride. Enjoy it at midnight and all day, daytime and all year. The forerunner of the IPA revolution, it’s easily one of the American essentials, from the San Francisco craft brewery that also stars with Anchor Steam Beer (★★★★).
Savor a taste of pilsner from Victory Brewing Company in Downingtown, Pennsylvania. Victory Prima Pils (★★★★) has a classic German accent, smooth and crisp with hints of citrus and spice. Not as complex as Prima Pils, but a refreshing mouthful: Victory Classic (★★) lager, a reward on a very humid day.
In tribute to the nation’s first state, Delaware, pick an IPA from Dogfish Head Brewery, based in Milton. There are several. But start with the continually hopped, bold, and flavor-packed 90 Minute IPA (★★★★). Dogfish Head’s Liquid Truth Serum IPA (★★) is all hopped up and hinting of tropical fruit. Light and right.
Although it needs no more words of praise, sample the very popular and dependably terrific Sierra Nevada Pale Ale (★★★★). The aromatic brew from Sierra Nevada Brewing Co. in Chico, California is the paradigm of the style. Sierra Nevada’s Summerfest (★★) is a gilded, floral, and exceedingly drinkable seasonal to cool off a hot night.
Allagash Brewing Company of Portland, Maine produces a standout Belgian-style wheat beer, Allagash White (★★★★), a year-rounder. that dates to 1995. The hazy, invigorating brew is spiced with Curacao orange peel and with coriander.
Ballast Point Brewing Company, founded in San Diego, California, is recommended for its Sculpin IPA (★★★), with just enough bitterness to send a hophead higher. It could make you a regular. Also, try Ballast Point’s Grapefruit Sculpin (★★), the Sculpin IPA gone tart and tangy – a delightful, summery ale.
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OPEN ONE… OR A DOZEN
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Good and better Bordeaux wine doesn’t have to cost you your last Euro. Here are five, one each for liberty, equality, and fraternity, and another two for the party to follow on July 14.
The 2015 Chateau Le Grand Moulin, Blaye Cotes de Bordeaux (★★ $30) delivers a ripe red blend, with notes of black cherry, mint, and flowers. It’s primarily merlot, medium-bodied, and fine either as a sipper or with grilled beef.
Grilled or broiled red meat will find good company with the 2016 Chateau Marsau, Francs – Cotes de Bordeaux (★★ $20), a supple red blend full of black fruit, notably plum, plus mineral notes.
Bargain-priced and commendable: the 2016 Chateau La Rame, La Charmille, Cadillac Cotes de Bordeaux (★★ $17), which has an undercurrent of spice; the 2016 Chateau Carbonneau, Sainte-Foy Cotes de Bordeaux (★★ $13), with suggestions of black currant; and the 2015 Chateau de Monbadon, Castillon Cotes de Bordeaux (★★ $20), fruity, easygoing, to the point.
The “New World Frappe” brings a French twist with it: absinthe.
The ingredients: 1.5 ounces Absente-Absinthe Refined, one-half ounce simple syrup, one-quarter ounce lime juice, pinch of mint, pinch of basil. Muddle and shake with ice, double strain, pour over shaved or pebble ice, serve in a coupe glass. The Green Fairy dressed for summer.
Yes, Broadway shows. None at least until the new year.
The virus already had claimed the long-anticipated revival of Edward Albee’s visceral powerhouse, “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf,” starring Laurie Metcalf and Rupert Everett. It was in previews when all the curtains fell on March 12.
And the acclaimed, gender-swap revival of Stephen Sondheim and George Furth’s incomparable concept musical “Company,” pegged to Sondheim’s 90th birthday, also is history. Katrina Lenk and Patti LuPone starred in the London revival. The cast was imported.
So, it’s time to substitute.
You can, of course, return to Mike Nichols’ 1966 movie of “Woolf,” with peak performances by Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton, Sandy Dennis and George Segal. Nominated for 13 Oscars, it won five, including statuettes for Nichols, Taylor, and Dennis.
The original cast soundtrack of “Company” (1970) still soars, and master documentary filmmaker D.A. Pennebaker lensed the cast’s live recording, made the first Sunday following opening night. A landmark show, “Company” won six Tony Awards.
Or you can revel in two immortal movies about Broadway.
There isn’t a better one than Joseph L. Mankiewicz’s razor-sharp, supremely entertaining comedy-drama, “All About Eve” (1950), which features the best performance of Bette Davis’ career; an unforgettable portrayal of a theater columnist-critic-cad by George Sanders; and a timeless screenplay by the director.
Nominated for a record 14 Academy Awards, it won six. Mankiewicz: two. Sanders: one. Davis: none. Then again, Gloria Swanson, her rival, in “Sunset Blvd.,” didn’t win, either. They both lost to Judy Holliday in “Born Yesterday.” Misdemeanor or felony?
And, naturally, Mel Brooks’ “The Producers” (1968). Not the musical, the original. Zero Mostel, Gene Wilder, Dick Shawn, and Kenneth Mars lead the players. Brooks won an Oscar his screenplay; Wilder didn’t, but he should have as accountant Leo Bloom. For anyone who hasn’t seen this comedy, find it now. For all who have, laugh uncontrollably again.
THE BIG CHEESE
Parmigiano-Reggiano, the royalty of Italian cheeses, was made in the 13th Century and likely before then, too. It’s produced today in Parma, Reggio Emilia, Modena, Bologna west of the Reno River, and Mantua, south of the Po.
You’ll identify the provenance by the inscription stamps that give month and year of production and the cheese house registration number, and by the pin dot-pattern with which Parmigiano-Reggiano is embossed around the rind. The hand-crafted, golden wheels will age from one year to three.
Parmigiano-Reggiano is a protected designation under Italian and European law, as is “Parmesan.” About 18 percent of the milk produced in Italy goes into more than 3.5 million wheels, which total 35,000-plus metric tons.
I’ve been told that I liked Parmesan cheese since first tasting a little spoonful as a toddler. My earliest memory of that pleasure: 4 or 5 years old – Parmesan grated very generously on my grandmother’s fresh, tomato-sauced pasta. Over the years, I’ve probably spoken too much about how much I enjoy the creamy, grainy cheese.
On Father’s Day, brought in on the red, Little Tikes pull-along wagon that once carried my two daughters, the 96-pound wheel shown above was rolled in, boxed and with a big bow.
That night, after slicing off the top third, and tasting the freshest possible nuggets along the way, the cutting and scraping began. Adding flaming brandy to start the melting inside, a bowl was fashioned. The main course was ready to be made: bucatini, freshly cooked and hot, sauced by twirling the pasta in the wheel for the ultimate macaroni and cheese – and more.
For so many reasons, the meal of the year.
ABOUT THE BLOGGER
For 34 years, Peter Gianotti reviewed wines, spirits, restaurants, and books at Newsday. He twice won Press Club of New York awards for food writing. Before he became a food critic, Gianotti was a Washington correspondent, a financial writer, and New York City reporter for the newspaper. His books include “Food Lovers’ Guide to Long Island” and “A Guide to Long Island Wine Country.” Gianotti received his B.A. from Fordham University, where he taught journalism; and his M.S. from Columbia University, where he also was a Bagehot Fellow. Harry, his Creamsicle-hued assistant, prefers the bouquets of riesling and pinot noir.