Fire Water or Turning Up the Heat in the Nduja Wars
Tuesday, September 22nd, 2009
Back in the spring, when I first encountered the smoky, fiery, spreadable Calabrian salami called nduja at London’s Borough Market and posted on it (on April Fool’s Day, no less), I had no idea that nduja fever would sweep American meatheads and that my posts on trying to recreate this salami would become the most frequently viewed of all I’ve written. Apparently, you don’t have to taste the real thing to catch nduja fever; its regional nickname, as “the Red Nutella,” is enough to enflame the imagination.
The biggest obstacle I faced in reproducing what I had tasted is that I don’t have access to any of the Calabrian peppers that traditionally go into this salami. Seeds from Italy had already sold out of Calabrian peppers for the season, and Scott over at Sausage Debauchery is the only one to have tracked down some concentrato di peperoncini with peppers from Calabria at a reasonable price – almost a kilo for a little more than $10 – but I have yet to see a can of it! (Hint, hint. If he can’t send me a mail order address, maybe we’ll just have to do Christmas early this year, and mail him some goodies from the clubhouse in exchange for some cans of fire concentrate.)
In the meantime, I am working on perfecting a secret weapon of my own to turn up the heat.
No, not after you’ve drunk it all, silly (that would be the mother of all hangovers), but after you’ve made a batch of
Had a great trip to England, but more on that later. I arrived home today to find the blood oranges at their peak and, for those of you who know me, that means one thing: vin d’orange.
Now we’re talking! Finally, someone has come through and provided the perfect drink to have with TLP’s pulled pork. Not surprisingly, it’s Cuban-inspired and features rum, a fair amount of lime juice, and a good amount of ginger beer, which stand up to all the smoke & spice in the barbecue and slice right through the fat of the pork shoulder.
Ah, the sweet taste of vindication! Just a few months ago, Carlos was razzing me about the bacon-infused vodka I made, joking that if he got mixed up with this stuff he probably would not be let back into his favorite bar in Chicago. Then–lo and behold!–the latest issue of a cocktail magazine he gets shows up on his doorstep, with a feature article about drinks from bacon-infused bourbon!