God Put This...PFFFT...In My Spirit

Many years ago my friend Darren, who has a blog on MySpace, showed me one of the funniest videos I have ever seen. It was "the farting preacher." Apparently some creative bathroom-humor lovin' video editor took clips of a real televangelist and liberally added some of his own dubbing.

Yesterday I was browsing Google Videos and found that there we are now up to FIVE "farting preacher" videos. HALLELUJAH! PFFFFT.

The one that started it all: The Farting Preacher
The second one is here.
The third one is here.
The fourth one is here.
The fifth one is here.

Take a small car, a squirt gun, a couple of wigs. Add music. Film it.

After watching this music video I now support a United Nations ban on sales of camcorders to eastern european countries.

I have no idea what I just witnessed on my computer screen.

Ginger-Soy Pork Chops

A couple of days ago I was reading Clotilde Dusoulier's great food blog Chocolate & Zucchini where she talked about her experience in a traditional French cooking class. In that post Clotilde mentioned a honey-ginger pork chop while illustrating a sample menu that the class would work on during a session.

Though to me it's neither traditional nor French, I thought it would be a nice preparation for pork chops I had purchased a day before. Clotilde didn't include a recipe for that dish, and I hope she will someday, so I had to come up with one of my own.

I liberally modified a recipe I found on epicurious.com and the result was fantastic. The sweetness of the honey is balanced by the spicy ginger and the tangy combination of soy and hoisin. I highly doubt that would resemble Clotilde's traditional-French preparation, but I think it's pretty yummy. Holly agreed, saying "I could definitely eat this again."

GINGER-SOY PORK CHOPS with HONEY-ORANGE CARROTS
Serves 4.

4 Pork Chops, half-inch thick (about 2 pounds total)
1 Tbsp Soy Sauce
1 Tbsp grated ginger
2 Tbsp honey
2 Tbsp hoisin
1/4 cup water
2 Tbsp sesame seeds, toasted

Combine all of the ingredients except for the pork chops and sesame seeds to make a marinade. Marinade the pork chops in a ziplock bag for 30 minutes per side or overnight.

Preheat the oven to 375 F.

Arrange the pork chops in a broiler-proof baking dish, reserve the marinade. Brush some marinade on the pork side facing up. Bake for 15 minutes on the middle rack. Flip the pork chops and brush more marinade on side facing up and bake for another 15 minutes or until a thermometer inserted through the side registers 165 F.

Remove the dish from the oven and preheat the broiler. Flip the pork chops and brush on more marinade. Broil 3-4 inches from the broiler for 1-2 minutes until well browned but be careful that the marinade does not burn. Flip the pork chops again and pour on the last of the marinade and repeat the broiling.

Sprinkle with toasted sesame seeds and serve with orange-honey carrots on the side.

Honey-Orange Carrots

2 Carrots, sliced 1/4" thick
1 T honey
Juice of 1 orange
pinch of cardamom (optional)

In a small saucier over medium flame dissolve the honey in the orange juice. Add the carrots and cardamom and bring to a simmer. Reduce heat, cover and simmer the carrots until they are just softened, about 8-10 minutes. Remove the carrots and bring the honey-orange sauce to a boil. Reduce the sauce to about 2-3 tablespoons. Put the carrots back in and toss to coat and warm the carrots.

Points For Style

It should be a simple rule: If it's judged, it's not a real sport. Ice skating? Not a real sport. Ice dancing? Puh-leeze. Definitely not a real sport.

I'm not saying that ice skaters and dancers aren't athletic. They're great athletes. They're more athletic than the the people who compete in curling, which is a sport. Ice skaters and dancers can do stuff I couldn't even dream of doing, but that doesn't make what they do a sport. There are people who can do amazing things with a yo-yo, but yo-yoing is not a sport. An amusing pastime, yes, but not a sport. Not even if you can do the "walk the dog" yo-yo trick.

The key difference is that sport is measured, not judged. Sport is a pitting yourself against nature or against your fellow man who is trying to do the same thing better than you, or somebody who is trying to hurt you. Sure, you are tempted to say that ice dancers compete against other ice dancers, but that's not really true. Ice dancers are competing against the judge's idea of perfection, which may or may not include how nice their smile is. To illustrate what I mean, consider an ice dancing competition in which only one couple was skating. They win, no matter what the score, but if they didn't get a perfect score then what the judge is really telling them is that they still sucked.

In a real sport, there's no place for people who judge your form. Ski jumping is a good example of a real sport that has been ruined by subjectivity. Ski jumpers are not only scored on their distance, but their "style." What is up with that? Screw the style points. How far can you fly, man? That should be the only measure. Who cares if they fly through the air backwards or upside down. Just measure where their feet (or head) hits the ground and give the gold medal to whoever goes farthest, even if it's posthumous because their head-first landing was fatally bad. Dick Fosbury, the inventor of the Fosbury Flop, found a new way to jump higher. If there were style points, he wouldn't have won and he would not have revolutionized the high jump.

I'm not saying that judging form isn't important. It's not important in sports, but it's important to my buddies and I when we go out looking to meet some nice babes. All of us guys have our strategies, tactics and our never-fail pickup lines. But sometimes my pickup lines fizzle like a wet fuse--even my best ones like "Darling, heaven must be missing an angel," and "Call the cops, baby, cuz it's gotta be illegal to look that good." When that happens I have to sulk back to home base where my friends will tell me "Jimbo, that was a mighty flameout, but i'll give you points for style."

Bad-luck Bode

Bode Miller is Oh-Fer-Donuts so far at the Olympics. I feel bad for the dude because he is a great skier, or at least he was, but he's definitely not on his game right now. Commentators say that he looks like he's out of shape. But being a chubby skier doesn't necessarily mean you can't kick ass. Alberto Tomba was a kick ass skier and he was almost always a little chub.

To win a gold medal in the men's alpine events you need so many things to line up, plus a little luck. There is so much more outside of your control. The course conditions play a big part in the luck you have. There are ruts all over the course and if you are unlucky you will hit a deep one on the wrong part of your skis at the wrong part of your turn and next thing you know you are looking up at plastic orange fence.

But strength and aggression are two things you can control. In yesterday's Giant Slalom finals, Austrian Hermann Maier went horizontal in his second run with both skis in the air but his strength not only saved the turn but got him the bronze medal. Conversely, Canada's Francois Bourque, the leader after the first run, choked on his second run. His lack of aggression pushed him off the podium.

Bode's a partier, so what. Tomba partied hard too. But Tomba knew when to bring his game. It doesn't look like Bode was ready for the Olympics, and he definitely doesn't have luck on his side. He even sprained an ankle playing basketball today. The dude can't buy luck right now.

As expected, there's some good humor out there at Bode's expense. The best one I've heard was in an interview with Bob Costas and a local Salt Lake City NBC affiliate so those of you who don't watch KSL in Salt Lake City may not have heard it.

KSL: The Budweiser hospitality house is right next to the U.S. hospitality house. Why do you think that is?
Costas: I don't know. So that Bode Miller has easy access?

Blueprint

Blueprint is a very fun Mensa-test brain-teaser kind of game. The object the game is to arrange the objects on the screen to get the ball to hit the target. New screens seem to be added fairly regularly.

A Good Day To Be Alive

Ain't it good to breathe the air
Another spin around the sun
On this spec of light in the universe
A little piece of love in everyone
Ain't it good to be alive
Ain't it good to be alive
To feel the sun strong against your face
Spills over me like the milky way
Alive. Alive.
--Edwin, "Alive"

Living in Salt Lake City can be difficult in the winter. The weather can be nasty, with icy blizzards or ice-cold sleet and rain that comes down almost sideways because of the gale-force winds. The temperature can drop below freezing for weeks at a time and everytime I walk out of my warm house that first blast of bitter butt-puckering cold air reminds me why old people move to Arizona.

But today is not one of those days. Today is spectacularly beautiful, with a blanket of deep fresh snow dropped last night by a passing storm, and a bright sunny sky with a few cumulus clouds. The air is crisp but not cold. Days like today make me happy.

Even yesterday's storm that brought the snow wasn't all that bad. It was moderate, by Salt Lake City standards, lasting less than a day. I have seen severe snow storms that go on for days, dumping so much snow that I have to shovel my sidewalk hourly to keep up.

Yesterday's storm wasn't like that. I shoveled once when I got home from work, then again this morning. When I say "shovel" I mean that I went to my garage, took out my 2-cycle gasoline-powered snowblower, fired her up, and proceeded to violate the Kyoto Protocols. I only say "shovel" to make myself look better, but what I did wasn't "shoveling" any more than going through a McDonalds Drive-Thru is cooking dinner.

There was over a foot of new snow when I woke up but the little snowblower went through it like Angelina goes through boyfriends. It was very light powder. It was the kind of powder that skiers dream about. Unfortunately for me, I've left my college ski bum days behind. I have bills now, so I have a job, and they expect me to show up for work, even on powder days. So unfair.

Still, it's a good day to be alive.

The picture is the view from my office. I'm sorry it's so crappy, I only have my phone cam today. The peak in the background is Mount Olympus, 9,026 feet above sea-level (2,751 m).

Pork Chops with Caramelized Onions

I love caramelized onions but the task of caramelizing takes a bit of time over a low flame so it's not something that I always have the time to do. When I do have time, it's a treat for me so it's probably no wonder that my favorite soup is French onion soup. I also like how well the mild sweetness of caremelized onion goes with charredness of grilled pork and beefsteaks.

On Saturday I decided to develop a dish that brings together the flavors of pork chops and my favorite onion soup. The result is a deliciously sweet and earthy sauce that complemented the onions and the chops and was great over mashed potatoes. The five spice in the dish is an asian-fusion twist that adds hints of clove and cinnamon.

You can substitute lean beef steaks such as sirloin for the pork chops.


Pork Chops and Caramelized Onions Braised in Five Spice Red Wine

1 tbsp butter, room temperature.
1 tbsp flour
2 thick cut (1") pork chops, about 1/4 lb each
1 medium red onion, halved then sliced
1/2 lb white mushrooms, halved
2 tbsp butter, divided
2 tbsp vegetable oil, divided
1 cup red wine
1-2 cups beef broth
1/4 tsp Five Spice (available from asian stores)
salt, pepper
1 tbsp port wine, cognac or brandy (optional)
parsley, minced, for garnish

Preheat oven to 275 F.

First prepare a beurre manié: Knead 1 tbsp butter and 1 tbsp flour together until the flour is well incorporated into the butter. Set aside. You will use this to thicken the gravy.

Next caramelize the onions: Heat 1 tbsp oil over medium heat, and melt in 1 tbsp butter in a regular oven-proof pan (don't use a nonstick pan if possible). Add the onions and reduce the heat to low. Caramelize the onions, stirring occasionally, until dark golden, about 30 minutes. The low heat develops the sweetness without charring the onions. Remove and set aside.

Sear the pork chops: Heat 1 tbsp oil and 1 tbsp butter over a medium high flame. Salt and pepper the pork chops and brown 2 minutes per side. Remove.

Sautee the mushrooms: Reduce heat to medium and add the mushrooms and sautee until lightly browned, about 4-5 minutes. Pour in the wine and and the beurre manié and bring to a simmer while you deglaze the pan (scrape the brown bits off the bottom of the pan with a wooden spoon or spatula).

Put the pork chops and onions back into the pan and add enough beef broth to come about 3/4 way up the side of the pork chops. Bring to a boil over medium high. Cover and put into the oven. Braise for 15 minutes then flip the pork chops over. Continue to braise until a thermometer inserted into the side of the pork chop registers 170 F, about 15 more minutes.

Remove the pork chops and set on a serving platter. With a slotted spoon remove the onions and mushrooms and arrange around the pork chops.

Prepare the gravy: Set the pan back on a medium high flame, add the port wine and bring to a boil. Keep boiling until the gravy is reduced by half--about 1 cup. Taste and adjust the seasoning if needed, but it probably doesn't need any. If you want a smooth gravy then strain this. If you're like me and don't care about lumpy gravy then serve as is. Spoon half over the pork chops and reserve the other half to pass around the table. The gravy is great on garlic mashed potatoes.

Serves 2, but you can double or triple the pork chops, onions and mushrooms if you want to serve 4 or 6 but don't use more than 1 cup of wine. Use more beef broth if you need more liquid to fill the pan or add more broth before reducing if you want more gravy but don't increase the five spice or port wine.

Brewing Coffee

She’s a witch of trouble in electric blue,
In her own mad mind she’s in love with you.
With you.
Now what you gonna do?
Strange brew -- kill what’s inside of you.
-- Eric Clapton, Strange Brew

If you've been reading this blog since the start you already that I love am obsessed with coffee. What you may not know is that I am also obsessed with making coffee, or, more accurately: Things that make coffee.

My favored coffee-making-thing is my Saeco espresso maker, 30 pounds of solid industrial Italian metal whose job is to force a couple of ounces of water through ground coffee at over 120 PSI of pressure. It's my favored coffee maker, the one that is used every day, but it's not the only one that I have. I also have a couple of espresso makers I use when I am camping: A small GSI 1 cup espresso maker to make single shots just for myself, and a big Bialetti Moka Express for when I am camping with a few of my fellow caffeine addicts. Both are sitting in my camping gear dryboxes, ready to be thrown into the back of my car whenever a buddy calls me to go flyfishing.

Either of these will make good enough espresso for a decent fru-fru yuppie latté, but for those times I am not camping on Brokeback Mountain, or when I'm too drunk to screw around with some nancy-boy espresso maker, I use a good old fashioned percolator. This is what I use when I'm camping with rednecks who will kick my metrosexual ass if they find out I brought anything that they've never heard of or can't pronounce. I even have to be careful not to call it a percolator. It's a coffee pot. These are the times I have to think Folgers, not French Roast.

Actually, I have a secret. In my drybox, right next to the percolator is a red Folgers can into which I dump freshly ground Starbucks French Roast before I head out with my redneck camping buddies. After several years of doing this those guys still don't know but they think my coffee is pretty darn tasty. One time I told them that they're drinking sunshine and fresh air. One of them tried to kick my ass.

Before I got my espresso maker I made coffee with a Bodum french press--very, very ècole ancienne (old skool, as in Napoleon Bonaparte-old-skool). It's very chic and continental, something Ron Burgundy would use.

I also have a couple of Vietnamese coffee fin, small one-shot stainless steel drip filters that sit atop a cup to make Vietnamese sweetened iced coffee. I've tried to make Vietnamese iced coffee using my Saeco, but it's just doesn't taste the same. This is the only way to make Vietnamese iced coffee.

It's not my goal to own every possible means of making coffee, I'm just a little obsessed with coffee makers. So when I ran across the Aerobie Aeropress Coffee Maker, I naturally had to get one. The Aeropress was invented by Alan Adler, the guy who evented the Aerobie frisbee flying disc way back in the 80s. The Aerobie holds the world distance record and I remember when they first hit the market. They went far, too far. They were useless in most people's back yards because some jerk (dad) would always try to throw it as hard as they could and it would land in some stranger's back yard 10 houses away and you'd never get it back. Aerobies also weren't fun at parks because people couldn't aim worth shit. With a normal frisbee you only had to go maybe 50 feet to retrieve an errant throw. With the Aerobie you had to catch the next bus across town.

Anyways, it turns out Alan Adler is even more obsessed about coffee than I am. He tested all the different methods of making coffee and decided that immersion--like the way you make tea--made the best brew. He also tested different water temperatures and different steeping times and found that finely ground coffee steeped for about 30 seconds in 175-degree (Farenheit) water yielded the most flavor with the least bitterness.

I still use my Saeco espresso maker at home but I've been using an Aeropress for a couple of weeks at work. The Saeco makes a better espresso with better créma, but after experimenting with the Aeropress I can say that it makes surprisingly good coffee if you follow Alan's instructions. First, Alan says that 175 degree water is the best temperature, and that is true from my experience. I tried using boiling-temperature water and the coffee was really bitter. For the coffee, freshly ground works best because the Aeropress extracts alot of the aroma and using old, stale coffee grounds yields old, stale, acidic coffee. I have also found that his recommended amounts of water work best. The man knows what he's talking about.

The Legend of Beef Burgundy

I don't know how to put this, but I'm kind of a big deal. People know me. I'm very important. I have many leather-bound books and my apartment smells of rich mahogany.
-- Ron Burgundy, "Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy"

I'd like to think that Ron Burgundy is a beef burgundy kind of guy. Beef burgundy, or boeuf bourguignon as the French call it, is strong, meaty and sophisticated--with that certain Je ne sais quoi--like The Man. As much as Ron Burgundy is a manly man, beef burgundy is a manly man's meal.

Take the meat for example. It can only be beef, nothing else. Chunks big enought to choke any girly man yet sensitive enough to fall apart if you so much as raise a fork to it. The sauce is bold--made from a bottle of hearty red wine--yet down-to-earth with its mushrooms, pearl onions and potatoes. When done right, beef burgundy should taste of the pasture where the cow grazed and the field where the mushrooms bloomed--tastes befitting a man's man like Ron Burgundy.

Beef burgundy can be served over a bed of squiggly egg noodles that are satisfying yet unpredictable in nature, always wanting to escape being poked by your fork to jump on your Halston dress or Givenchy leisure suit. Big("I'm a man who discovered the wheel and built the Eiffel Tower out of metal and brawn. That's what kind of man I am."), sensitive ("Oh, I'm in a glass case of emotion!"), bold ("I'm storming your castle on my steed, m'lady."), earthy, satisfying and unpredictable. These are adjectives that also describe the man who is Ron Burgundy.

Yes, I'd like to think that Ron Burgundy likes beef burgundy like I do. And yesterday was a cold, windy Sunday that called for strong hearty stew--a call that I answered with a big pot of beef burgundy.

Beef Burgundy (Boeuf Bourguignon)
serves 6

1/2 lb thick sliced bacon, chopped
3 lb stew meat (such as chuck or rump roast), cut into 1.5" chunks
8 Tbsp butter, divided
3 cloves garlic, coarsely chopped
1 carrot, peeled and diced
1 onion, chopped
3 Tbsp flour
bouquet garni (a few springs of parsley, a spring of thyme and a bay leaf, tied together with twine so that it can be easily removed at the end of cooking.)
2 medium potatoes, peeled and chopped into 1 inch cubes
3/4 lb pearl onions
1 lb mushrooms (button, crimini or white), quartered
2 Tbsp chopped parsley for garnish
1.5 lb egg noodles
1 bottle (750 mL) hearty red wine, preferably a burgundy (of course!)
2-3 cups beef stock or broth
salt and pepper

Preheat oven to 275.

In a large heavy pot or dutch oven fry the bacon over medium heat until all the fat is rendered, spoon out and set aside. Pour out all the bacon fat and reserve it.

Sear the beef: In the same pot, heat 2 tbsp of the bacon fat over medium high heat. Add half the beef , taking care not to crowd. Sear on all sides, remove and set aside. Pour in another 2 tbsp oil and sear the rest of the beef on all sides then remove and set aside.

Reduce heat to medium and melt 2 tbsp butter. Add the garlic, chopped onions and carrots, sautee for a few minutes until the they begin to soften. Sprinkle in the flour and continue to sautee for another 2 minutes.

Add the beef and bouquet garni, pour in the wine and enough beef stock to cover and bring to a boil. Cover and bake in the oven for 3 hours or until the beef is tender. Stir the stew every 30 minutes.

While the stew is in the oven, prepare the potatoes, pearl onions and mushrooms: Heat 1 tbsp of bacon fat in a pan. Add the potatoes and sear on all sides. Discard the bacon fat. Melt 1 tbsp butter and sautee the pearl onions until golden. Remove and set aside. Melt 1 tbsp butter and sautee the mushrooms until softened. Set the mushrooms aside and make sure you save the released mushroom liquid!

Remove the stew from the oven and place back on the burner over low to keep the stew simmering. Remove the bouquet garni and add the potatoes, pearl onions and mushrooms. Simmer, uncovered for another 30 minutes or until the potatoes are tender. Season to taste.

Bring a pot of water to boil. Cook and drain the noodles then butter the noodles with 2-4 tbsp butter.

Serve the beef burgundy over the egg noodles and garnish with the chopped parsley. Make sure there is plenty of baguette on hand to mop up the plate.

"Stay Classy, San Diego!"

One Big Rabbit

Herman The Rabbit may be the biggest bunny. Evah. And all this time I thought it was Anna Nicole Smith. Silly me.

Herman weighs over 15 pounds and eats 5 pounds of food per day. That would of course mean that he poops 5 lbs of poo a day. I bet the owner didn't think about that.

Pizza Cravings

When the moon hits her eyes
Like a big-a-pizza pie
That's amore!
-- Dean Martin

Pizza: Possibly the world's most perfect food. When pizza is done well, with a great crust that is perfectly cooked, great cheese, sauce and good quality toppings, it's awesome. When it's not done well, it's still good. I don't know anyone who doesn't like pizza. You can order pizza pretty much anywhere on earth, even Mongolia.

Pizza is amazingly versatile. They can be vegetarian or an artery-choking meat-filled monument to carnivores. Most come with cheese but they don't have to. The sauce can be made of tomato or pesto or creamy alfredo. It can come loaded with everything as if it was made by a schizophrenic produce grocer, or it can be a simple pizza bianca like the one made at Forno at the Campo De'Fiori in Rome: A simple crust dressed with olive oil and garlic. Pizza can be made small enought to feed one, or big enough for a Mormon family of 12. You can go out for pizza, or you can have it come to you. In the future, you might even be able to get pizza in space. It can be fancy--hand-tossed and baked in a wood fired oven--or it can come frozen in a cardboard box. And if pizza isn't junk-food enough for you, there's even gummi pizza.

Pizza is one of those foods that you can go without for a while, but then the craving hits you and you gotta have one. Now.

That happened to me a couple of days ago. I suddenly found myself craving pizza. I'm not sure why but I think it was because I had a block of Dietz & Watson whole milk mozarella in my refrigerator that was waiting for a good excuse to get eaten. So my craving wasn't just for any pizza, but homemade pizza. Off to the store I went to get the rest of the ingredients, quietly singing that Dean Martin tune.

For me, making pizza is normally an elaborate affair that spans the course of two days. I use hard bread flour in my dough so I make it a day ahead of time and let it cold rise in the refrigerator to develop better flavor and texture. The next day I heat a ceramic stone in my oven at 500 degrees for almost an hour before I will put a pizza on it so that I get a nice crisp crust on the bottom of the pizza. That's what I normally do, but that wasn't going to cut it for me because I wanted pizza that night.

I thought about doing a quick rise dough and baking it in the oven on a rack without using the stone, but all of that would still take about two hours and it was already 7:00 PM and I was still at the store and I was getting hungry. I was going to have to fall back to Plan C.

Plan C is a pizzette made with a thin durum wheat semolina crust that is cooked in a pan on a burner. It's different than traditional pizza dough--it's a yeastless dough that gets its rise from using baking powder--but it has nice texture and flavor from the durum semolina. The hardness of the durum wheat also lets me roll the dough extremely thin, which is very important since I am going to pan cook it.

When I got home I found out that I forgot the pizza sauce. Looking through my pantry I found two small cans of Hunt's tomato sauce. It was a start, but I had to dress it up and thicken it. Nobody wants runny flavorless pizza sauce.

The pizzas turned out well and my craving was satisfied. Oh, and the mozarella was delicious. Now That's Amore!

Semolina Pizzini
Makes Four 7" pizzas

1 cup Durum wheat semolina flour
1 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp salt
1 tbsp extra virgin olive oil
1/2 cup warm water

1 lb mozarella, grated
your preferred pizza toppings
1 to 1 1/2 cups pizza sauce (recipe below, if you forgot to buy some)
freshly grated parmigiana

In a food processor combine the dry ingredients. Keep the blade spinning and slowly add the olive oil in a stream. Then slowly add the warm water about 1 tablespoon at a time. Stop adding water when the dough forms a ball. If it appears a little dry, add a little more water. Hand knead the dough a couple of times then wrap it up in plastic wrap and set it aside while you prepare the toppings.

Divide the dough evenly into four parts. Roll each as thinly as possible into 7-8" crusts. Keep them covered with plastic so they don't dry out.

Heat a 10"-12" nonstick frying pan over medium high heat. Put a pizette into the pan. Bubbles should form in 5-10 seconds. If they don't, the pan is not hot enough. Let the crust cook until it begins to brown, about 2-3 minutes. Slide the crust back on the work surface, cooked side up. Spread on the sauce, cheese and toppings, then put the pizette back into the pan to cook the other side of the crust. The pizza is done when the cheese is melted and the crust is browned underneath, another 2-3 minutes. Repeat with the other 3 crusts.

Grate some fresh parmigiana on it, slice into quarters and serve.

"Uh oh, forgot the" Pizza Sauce

2 cans tomato sauce (8 oz. each)
1 tbsp minced basil
1 tbsp extra virgin olive oil
1/2 clove garlic, minced
salt & pepper, to taste

Combine the first four ingredients in a small sauce pan and bring to a simmer. Reduce by about a third. Season to taste.