Wawona Packing Co., of Cutler, (Tulare County) has “voluntarily recalled” (in consultation with the USDA) tons of yellow and white peaches, yellow and white nectarines, plums and pluots, because listeria monocytogenes have been found in some of the tree fruit, also called stone (not stoned)fruit. According to the company’s website, wawonapacking.com, many of the boxes of fruit were distributed to Costco, Food 4 Less, Ralph’s and Trader Joe’s. You might be able to identify them under the Costco, Sweet2Eat and Trader Joe’s labels. Watch for packing dates of June 1 through July 12, 2014.
Trader Joe’s put out a notice to customers recommending that they not eat the fruit, dispose of it, or return it to Trader Joe’s for a full refund.
This week, a gaggle of sommeliers from Cuba has been visiting Sonoma courtesy of Californians Building Bridges, a nonprofit organization started by Sarah and Darius Anderson. To a person, the sommeliers seem giddy with excitement, experiencing weather, wines, food and relative luxury they have never seen before.
When I arrived at their welcoming cocktail (wine) party at the General’s Daughter east patio Monday evening, I found Jim Ledwith, Rob Larman and Gene Daly, the latter in one of his quiet Loudmouth handmade striped suits, sitting together at a table and enjoying themselves by puffing on their cigars, with an informal contest going on as to who could preserve the longest ashes.
The wafting cigar smoke instantly reminded me of my grandfather McKelligon in Berkeley, who loved to puff on a good Cuban cigar or a pipe in his chair (throne) in my grandparents’ living room. When I was a little girl, my mother would take me to Drucquer & Sons smoke shop on University Avenue to buy Gramps special cigars, pipes, or tobacco for gifts. Local note: Robert Rex of Deerfield Ranch winery recently owned Drucquer’s for several years. Truthfully, I hung my clothes outside when I got home from the party Monday.
As servers passed Ruffles with thin tender slices of duck, mini quiches and crab salad puffs, I learned lots to share with you. John Story and I asked if there were any women sommeliers in the traveling group, and sure enough, there were two.
Leticia Cabrera Alonso, a dynamic woman and sommelier with black hair, a black outfit and a huge smile, whipped out her small Swiss Army pocket knife, which included a fold-out cigar cutter where ours might have a cork screw. She trimmed everyone’s cigars at the mouth end, and lit them at the other end delicately and with great respect for the tobacco that grows in Cuba, as well as for her guest.
She also told me that all of the women in her Cuban family, grandmother on down, smoke cigars and the men don’t.
The other woman sommelier, sitting alone at a table, so I joined her, was Juana de las Nieves Alvarez Sanchez, who turned out to be “the professor” of them all. When I asked if she had taught all of the visiting sommeliers, she said modestly, “Only 18 of them, but all of them at home in Cuba I teach.”