Friends Of Australia Friday LamMac & Angove Rose

It’s once again an Australia Time Friday! It’s FRIDAY!!!!

The Tucker

The Spouse wanted a Nostalgia Moment so asked that I re-create a comfort food dish from her childhood, but with lamb instead of beef. So her 1/2 pound of Lamburger (minced lamb) was divided into 2 to 3 cm bits and fried in olive oil. The exterior browned while the interior stayed moist and tender.

This was then added to a roughly equal volume of Kraft Mac & Cheese, stirred a little to make an even mix, and plated. Only added seasoning was a bit of salt on the lamb in the cook. It achieved the goal of a comfort food retro moment.

My 1/2 pound was seasoned with salt, pepper, and a sprinkle of dry garlic granules, cooked 3 to 4 minutes on a side, and placed on a “bun” made of the end bit of a loaf of home made bread (basic French Bread recipe but with an added Tbs of coconut oil in the mix to make a softer crust in a regular loaf pan). Mayo and Mustard.

The Wine

For something different tonight, I have a bottle of Angove Family Vinyard Nine Vines Grenache Shiraz Rose – 2018. A lovely peach color in the bottle and glass. Light fruity aroma. A little carbonation tingle on the tongue. Then… then…

Something unexpected happened.

At first I wasn’t sure why but it just seemed “wrong”. Not bad, but, “what?” Then I realized it wasn’t about the wine, it was all about me. I was bringing my Rose Bigotry with me. Most rose here tends to the sweet or at least semi-sweet like fruit punch with alcohol in it. This was not that. It wasn’t that, and that told my bias it was not getting what it expected.

The flavor is not pronounced, but present. A very nice light fruitiness to it. But with an acidic tang. Not tannic, yet semi-dry. There’s a hard to describe overtone of sweet, but not sweet. It isn’t cloying at you saying “Fruit Punch!”. Rather it is a light and delicate flavor with a hint of sweet fruit behind a tang of ambition. It feels dry in the mouth, yet it retains the essence of “something sweet was here a while ago”… I’ve not had a wine quite like this before. A surprise, given the miles on my tongue, that is most welcome! “Different is good!” (To quote Groundhog Day ;-)

A bit of cracker or cheese (or big bite of Lamburger with Mustard and Mayo) lites it up even more. This wine does like to wash down a bit of food. It doesn’t overpower the food like a brash young Zinfandel. It doesn’t bury it in sweet like a White Zin (which was what I’d expected as they have the same peach color). It just agrees to “go along to get along” and lights up the tongue with a bit of sparkle and touch of acid, topping it with a fruit nose and afterglow.

I’d not pair it with a Lasagna or with a Pizza or even with a Mexican Taco (and hot sauce) as then it might seem thin. But boy does it go with a Burger & Fries. It would also be at home with butter sauteed shrimp with a squeeze of lemon or a simple piece of fried chicken.

I’ll certainly be buying more of this one, for all those times when a Cab or Zin or Shiraz is just too much for the meal, and all those times when “Alcoholic Fruit Punch” is just too cloying. Something that pairs with Mac & Cheese, as much as with Garlic Butter Shrimp with Avacado & Lemon…

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10 Responses to Friends Of Australia Friday LamMac & Angove Rose

  1. another ian says:

    Obviously this bloke isn’t on this frequency

    “US Climate Czar turns the thumb-screws on Australia coal”

  2. philjourdan says:

    Just a mild request? Can you use Rosé instead of Rose? At least the former is what I think you mean.

  3. Annie says:

    @philjourdan: Seconded! I was puzzled at first and then the penny dropped!
    @EMS: YOUR friday meal sounds nice. We have run out of our homegrown lamb and our freezer hasn’t room for more atm; the potential candidates are busy mowing and manuring one of our small paddocks, not to mention loudly baaing whenever they see me because they love the masses of apples we have this year. We had a massive crop this year, parts netted against the ever thieving cockatoos and other assorted parroty creatures, magpies, crows, butcher birds, bower birds, etc. The pear crop was plentiful but ripening now too quickly and flavour less sweet than usual. The long wet winter was good for the apples but has left the pears insipid. Some of them are drying; I quarter them, de-core them, cut further into 2 to 4 pieces and put on a tray and into the fan oven at about 60C, takes most of a day but concentrates the flavour beautifully and I can then store them in ‘fridge or freezer, depending on degree of dryness.
    I’ve yet to summer prune the apples; other years when the summer has been its more normal self I throw the apple prunings to the sheep to eke out their fodder; they love these too. This year is a cool summer for these parts; only one day when the temp hit 40C and then only for an hour or two, we usually have several of them. It’s been more humid though and the nectarines all rotted :(
    As to refreshment: We’re on the G and T these days! I often have mine with a bit of ‘pink’ (Angostura bitters).

  4. H.R. says:

    @Annie – Nice report on your neck of the woods!

    Last year, I had an absolute bumper crop going on one of our two pear trees.

    The goddamn! squirrels got into the tree, they’d take one bite out of a pear, and then drop it to the ground. Our little Cairn terrier would then try to eat the remains of the green pears and, of course, got a tummy ache every single time.

    We got only two – yes two! – pears out of that bumper crop of about 150-200 pears on a single, small tree. Dang squirrels!

    The girls, a Scottie and the Cairn, had their revenge. They somehow managed to kill one of the squirrels, who made a fatal error in judgement of some sort. I’ve never seen a squirrel who could get caught out by a dog if there was a tree nearby, but that dead squirrel made some mistake or other.; zigged instead of zagged, I suppose.

    The girls also take care of field mice. The life expectancy of a field mouse that comes to their attention is about 90 seconds. But, they are all about the squirrels. Squirrels are e-v-i-l! Squirrels are a challenge. Mice are easy. Boom! Bop! Shake! Done… moving right along, now.

  5. E.M.Smith says:

    I’ve got a Japanese Pear Apple and two apple trees.

    Each year I get about a half dozen of the pear apples. Squirrels manage to get just about everything else. Sigh.

    OTOH, the dogs are entertained endlessly by the parade of fat squirrels down the fence and over the roof… carrying apples… Bark their fool heads off and everyone enjoys the experience except the neighbors… ;-)

    I try to think of the squirrels as “self tending emergency food stock” and just ‘let it go’…

  6. another ian says:

    Our previous dog troop was a Mini-Foxie that was a dedicated mouser – even to the special bark to get me out of bed to lift the freezer-and a Kelpie that wasn’t until the Foxie taught her.

    We’ve just started again with another Kelpie pup and an inside dog that isn’t a mouser. And we’ve got a plague on.

  7. E.M.Smith says:

    We had one rat decide to check out inside the house. The Dachshund was just intently sniffing and pacing around a ‘Pantry Cabinet’ in the kitchen. Intense but not quite frantic. Occasional grunts & whines. OK, I think, something must be behind the cabinet. So I manage to slide one edge away from the wall a couple of feet.

    Still not seeing anything and still with a dog who’s, despite her 15 or so years, acting very energized… I get on the floor with a flashlight to look under it. Three edges touch the ground and only the back has no ‘skirt’ with a 2 inch or so ground clearance. At the far corner cowers a rat. Looking at me with those beady eyes…

    I get something to poke with, brush handle or something, and start to push it under the box. Faster than a blink, it runs up my arm, over my shoulder and is headed past the living room and down the hall toward the bedrooms…

    This old dog that can’t be persuaded to waddle from bed to the door in under 2 minutes, is gone in a flash too.

    By the time I get up and head down the hall, there she is, rat in mouth, proud and strutting back to the living-room end of the house. (Kitchen – DR – LR- hall- BRs).

    How a dog that old managed to run faster than the rat and snag it before it got into one of the bedrooms where there was lots more stuff to hide under is beyond me. All I can figure is adrenaline and that it was what she was made for and had waited for her whole life…

    I opened the door to the yard, and she spent the next 10 minutes walking around with Her Prize on display. I’ve never seen her so happy.

    But the spouse was not happy… So I was dispatched to remove the rat to the dust bin. I managed to get up close, pet a back, pat a head, whatever, she was not letting go of Her Rat. A lip squeeze into the teeth got it released enough I could tug it out.

    At first there was a bit of “Oh, you want to admire it too?” look, but then when I headed out the gate to the garbage bin and especially when I came back empty handed, the attitude was much more of “You, you, TRAITOR you… how could you…”

    We’ve had zero mice or rats since the dogs arrived, other than that one misguided one that lasted all of a 1/2 day before I decided to see what had the dog so worked up…

    IMHO if you are going to have a garden, having a small ratter is well worth it. About 20 years ago I had a large planting of tomatoes and got about 2. The rest were rat gnawed at night. So I gave up. Last year nothing in the garden was gnawed. If it requires crossing Dogland to get to it, the plant is safe.

    Now If I could just teach her to climb trees…

  8. philjourdan says:

    We use to have a cat that loved to catch squirrels (sadly he passed a few years back). But he would always save a hindquarter for us. We “discretely” sent it to the trash can as well.

  9. Annie says:

    Ah, squirrels! A total (if amusing) pain while we were living in England. We had the imported greys in Gloucestershire; what wreckers of fruit and vegetables! Our border collie used to be very alert the moment we spoke any word beginning with ‘squ’! She would sit inside looking out for them or chase them up trees if outdoors; she never did catch one though.
    In Cumbria, my family who live there now have the joy of native red squirrels. Long ago we caravanned in the Harz mountain area of Germany. The red squirrels there were very tame and came investigating into our caravan awning! In the hopes of snacks I daresay.

  10. Annie says:

    @E.M.Smith, @H.R.:

    Our daughter had a yellow labrador that used to catch various vermin, including many young rabbits. He would eat them pretty well whole and lived to a good age for a lab. The rabbits moved in after the Black Saturday firestorm, as did the king parrots and currawongs.

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