a rose by any other name… is not rosѐ.

So, it has been almost a year since we moved to Houston.  We have so far survived living in this city, which for those in the know, can definitely be a challenge.  I was just about to claim victory in the relocation department when the humidity hit.  No seriously, like 95% humidity.  Even at 7 am.  It’s miserable, but just like everything else in Houston (traffic, air quality, toll road confusion), you eventually accept the humidity and stop complaining.  It’s like almost everything else in my life right now:  slowly learning how to let go, swim downstream, and engage in the concept of imperfection.

Like I’ve said before, being a working mother is really hard, especially when you have career aspirations, home objectives, extraordinarily high husband expectations, and genuinely loving child hopes.  Keeping it together, in a nice rolled up little branded ball, takes a lot of energy.  Lately, I have been finding myself waking up at 2 am, with dozens of ideas, emails, blogs, dreams, and pending thoughts flooding my mind.  I can’t turn it off.  It’s like my soul is screaming for me to do more, be more, live more.  And my body is saying… can’t we get some rest already?  I am Leaning In as much as possible, to all areas of my life! I definitely need to relax, so tonight I am sipping on a confident, cool, refreshing Texas Rosѐ.

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According to any and all wine blogs, articles, and magazines, this summer is all about Rosѐ.  For those who don’t know, Rosѐ may be the oldest type of fashioned wine, with colors ranging from light orange to varied purple, and is produced in almost every wine country in the world.  The flush is created from the contact of grape skins during maceration, and the sweetness can range from very dry to massive.   Since Rosѐ is a style of winemaking, the grapes that are used in process range from region to region.  Rosѐ can be found from old world to new world wineries, and is most notoriously found in France.  But with the terrior of Texas being so diverse, and with eight federal viticulture areas, it is no wonder that Texas, too, has found its passion for Rosѐ.

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One of the best Rosѐs on the Texas market right now hails from Lubbock’s McPherson Cellars.  There is a lot of history surrounding the winemaker, Kim McPherson, who has not only a degree in Food Nutrition Science from Texas Tech, but has completed the enology and viticulture program at UC Davis.  He has experience in Napa Valley, but also as a winemaker for Llano and Cap Rock Wineries.  Staying true to his roots, Kim McPherson purchased an aging coca cola bottling plant in Lubbock, and transformed it into a state of the art winery.  Recently been named one of the most influential winemakers in the US, it is no wonder that McPherson has been able to produce a vast number of award-winning wines, including the 2012 Dry Rosѐ, Vin Gris.

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Sitting on the back porch watching Sommbaby slide, swing, and meander through her sandbox, I can smell the slight aromas of strawberry and pomegranate in this bright pink Rosѐ.  This vintage is made in Rhone style, and is a blend of Cinsault, Mourvedre, and Grenache.  Dry, cool, and crisp, I am not overwhelmed with sweetness as I watch the condensation crawl down the side of my glass.  Perfect with almost any type of summer food, I imagine the 2012 McPherson Cellars Dry Rosѐ Vin Gris pairing beautifully with a medley of beet salad with goat cheese, bleu burgers, and crispy barbeque.  An ideal wine to please all palates of an evening gathering.  Another plus? Readily available at retail, $11.

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Going Local has never been easier with this Texas wine, and has made my decisions that much easier when shopping at our neighborhood market.  Between trying to be an engaged employee, wonderful wife, loving mother, and intermittent housekeeper, finding the brands that help support goals of Leaning In to my life lessens my anxiety.  So, while I sit back and ponder with Sommbaby on the faint moon and emerging stars, I sip on this remarkable, restorative pink libation that hones in on my inner needs.  Cheers.

Go Local. Go Texan.

Portland: The Dream of the 90’s is alive… just not on menus.

A cultural haven for aspiring chefs, food cart owners, craft cocktail makers, and artists, Portland has quickly become one of the top “foodie” cities.  The sommelier and I strolled the streets, gawking at menus, and asking locals where to eat.  While we did not have time to take part in the trends of Ox or Lincoln (read: time to wait in line), we were able to hit up these fine establishments:

 

Little Bird Bistro.

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Charcuterie Board, Little Bird Bistro.

 James Beard Award Winner Gabriel Rucker’s more laid back French concept in downtown Portland provides easy access to well prepared food and a well-managed wine list.  We sat at the bar for lunch, where dishes ranged from  traditional cassoulet to a tartine with cucumber, tomato, and fresh tuna.  The scotch egg was amazing, the gooeyness oozed with slight mustard, but nothing could outshine the terrine with apricot glaze.  Smooth, melt in your mouth good.  That is all.  Just go there, or to Rucker’s more refined concept, Le Pigeon.

 

 

Pok Pok.

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Shared Plates, Pok Pok.

If you have been to Portland, you know that Portlandians love to wait in line.  PokPok is no exception, as it is almost impossible to walk in, and even if you have a reservation,  your table is only guaranteed for two hours.  The humble interior boasts simplicity, but the Thai dishes are quite the contrary, with layers of infused flavors, both ying and yang equally represented.  No wonder Chef Andy Ricker is also a James Beard Winner.  The Hoi Thawt (broken crepe with fresh mussels) was my personal favorite, followed by the Khao Soi (noodles in mild curry sauce) and night special, whole fried tilapia.  Don’t sell yourself short.  Order a the fish sauce wings and an amazing craft cocktail.

 

Mother’s Bistro.

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Wild Salmon Hash, Mother’s Bistro.

While the ambiance of the establishment literally reminds me of a place I would take my parents for brunch, you cannot deny the most wonderful smell  of brewing fresh coffee to liven your senses.  Stumptown Coffee, a local Portland favorite, created a special blend just for Mother’s, with an Ethopian style to recharge your soul, complete in French press.  That being said, the menu was avast with most brunch comfort foods that one wants when hungover:  benedicts, biscuits with gravy,  omelets, and crispy French toast.  The wild salmon hash was surprising, with large chunks of fresh fish pinkishly shining off my plate.

 

 

Tabor Czech Food Cart.

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Tabor, Czech Food Cart.

Let’s admit the obvious: you can’t go to Portland without eating from a food truck.  After passing by various clusters, we happened by the Tabor Czech Food Cart.  Known for their Schnitzelwhich, consisting of breaded pork with horseradish and red pepper spread on ciabatta- a YUM from the get-go,  I was also impressed with more traditional Czech dishes available.  Notably, Bohemian Goulash.  This meat stew is widespread throughout the Czech culture, and prevails as the most loved by my extended relatives (for a post on our reunion dishes, click here).  Another gem available at the cart is fresh pressed carrot juice.  A hearty 12 ounce serving for only $2. Prosit!

 

Wildwood. 

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Seared Pork Belly with Morels and English Peas, Wildwood.

Well known for fine Northwest cuisine, Wildwood’s menu was simple, yet elegant.  Our entire meal was our most remembered, from a gazpacho amuse bouche, to mussels with chorizo, fennel and argula salad, flank steak with grilled asparagus, and chicken paillard.  Even the berry sorbet was well crafted.  And the wine list… should I even mention the sommelier jumped out of his chair at the sight of an Andre Clouet 1911?  Amazing champagnes aside, my favorite was the seared pork belly, accompanied with morels, tomatoes, and gentle English peas.  I literally licked my plate.

 

Needless to say, you could spend a lot of time in Portland, and never eat your way through.  You will wait in lines, however.  Cheers!

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