Skin Side Down: The Search for Roubideau in the American Culinary Outback

ISBN-13: 9780615913513 / Angielski / Miękka / 2012 / 370 str.

Joseph V. Coniglio

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You are here with me now. It's time I take you on a dreamy food adventure. Our trip delivers us to the more remote reaches of the American Southwest, and to deep France and Belgium. But first, a short detour. I am a man who once sought Roubideau -a ghost town that completely vanished. We will lose our way following a trail of corn meal through a maze of pink sandstone ravines, as iridescent crows hover over our heads. They try to lure us from reason. They are effective and fly upside down in pairs mating in the air. Mountain lions surely invisible in plain sight will mimic our every pace, stalking us step-by-step. The search for any trace of Roubideau became a minor obsession shortly after I moved from buttoned down New England directly to an obscure valley on the high Sonoran desert of the Uncompahgre Plateau in Western Colorado. It was alien to my family. Completely alone, we paid-in-full for the radical change we sought. Uncompahgre is Ute Indian meaning "rocks that make water red." At the time the area was an agritour back drop for my brand new livestock, goat cheese and grass fed meat business set on a well kept pioneer farmhouse property with pasture and woods. We lived on a section of the plateau called the California Mesa. And on this, a multi-hectare farm set on a sweet, dry, flat, geological rise called a bench. The snow capped views were stunning with no evening lights of civilization. Roubideau became our handle, the adopted name of the farm and company. By natural extension, 'Roubideau' became synonymous in my search for the collective soul of memorable, remarkable food. It became my choice metaphor for everything missing in human taste... Each new discovery became a Roubideau Moment. I count food as an engram that appears, disappears and reappears from our memory like a mountain summit in the fog. It's hard to ask yourself, but you know. Somewhere inside, do you remember foods you haven't eaten for eons like baked Clams Casino or the memory of the first mouth watering bite of a real, genuinely sun ripened tomato that was picked deep red and plump right off the vine? (As a child on my parents farm I would take a salt shaker right out into the rows.) Your taste memory cataloged and stored -your moments. I pose the questions. Was all this merely the electrical impulses of the senses, or was it more? I think it's got to go deeper. When was the first time you tasted smoked meat? Was it the first taste of Easter ham or the bacon you were given as a child? Or were your engrams sourcing stored code for smoke+meat? Could that first recorded moment reach back to our ancient ancestors who ate over camp fires 40,000 years ago and its all still locked in your genetics? The blessing is your taste catalog persuasion. It awaits near infinite sensory playback... Welcome to Skin Side Down, The Search for Roubideau in the American Culinary Outback. I've been keeping food journals since an early age. They're personally important to me, and my story is the way I want to share them with you. Oh, as for, Skin Side Down: when sauteing a piece of fish or duck. You've got a fast moving collection of short stories. In our inevitably short, variable subjective lives, with a shared desire to reacquaint ourselves with great emotional food stuffs, a magic place like Roubideau floated in and out of reality, in and out of my own collective consciousness, in and out anywhere else on earth. Like those mountain bends on the road in Midi-Pyrenees France with hidden treasures like perfect trout, tiny goat and sheep cheeses and sips of wine from bottles without labels. In and out of my very own western farmhouse with mud on my boots and glaring dogs at my feet while I made dinner. This novel is about making Roubideau solid and informative for a little while longer - before it disappears for good in the vanishing world. Joseph V. Coniglio - Ides of March