Friday, June 14, 2013

Comment and Win!

Blog trivia time!  Answer us this:


Historians were able to date traces of rice and honey "wine" found on Chinese artifacts back to when?  

Leave an answer in the comment section by noon tomorrow (6/15) to win.  One person will win a $5 a gift card to the winery.  Hey, that's a free glass of wine!


Thursday, June 13, 2013

Dine in the Vines is back!

We're gearing up for a busy summer out in the vineyard!  Of course we'll be growing grapes out there, but why stop there?  We think it makes a beautiful dining room...


Our Dine in the Vines dinners start up again on June 23, 2013.  You can find more info here.  

To register for the event, click here

Steve Lange from Rochester Magazine and the Post Bulletin did an awesome recap of one of last year's dinners.  Enjoy!


Oddchester: Foodie or not, 10 courses well above par



I am, admittedly, no foodie.

On Tuesday night, for instance, we let Emma, 5, make dinner for the family.

This was more out of apathy than anything else — Lindy and I were both busy working sitting on the couches working on our laptop computers.

Emma dished up five bowls of leftover macaroni and cheese from KFC and warmed them up in the microwave. Mine was last, and made a hideous hissing sound. Emma had left the plastic KFC spork in my bowl, and the hissing was the sound of the tiny tines melting into my dinner.

The presentation of the plating really draws the focus to the dish’s unique and eye-catching orange coloring! And I can really taste the chlorofluorocarbons!

On the night following the mac-n-cheese, Lindy and I get a chance to dine at Four Daughters Vineyard and Winery, in Spring Valley, for something called the Moonlight Dine In The Vines. The event features an impossibly long, candlelit, white-linened table set outside, in the vineyard, under the full moon. It also features “a ten-course meal accompanied by five flights of wine.”

And while I might not be a foodie, at least my wine palate falls firmly in the Bud Light family.

Also, I didn’t realize a meal could even have ten courses. I’d always figured that, after course six or so, they were legally required to call them “gorge fests.”

But, since Lindy and I were going tent camping with the family for the next few days, and since we hadn’t been out to a fancy dinner in months, and since (blatant plug ahead!) Four Daughters is an advertiser in the
magazine, we decided to see what a 10-course, five-flights-of-wine meal was all about.

Course 1: A soup of Summer Squash Ribbons with Corn Cob Broth and Basil Oil.

I don’t believe in soup. It’s the biggest P.R. ripoff in the food industry. If I wanted my food watered down, I’d simply order my meal, and then ask for an extra bowl and a glass of water. Also, I hate squash — and I don’t need to justify that to anyone. Even the name is ridiculous. It’s what ultra-rich New Englanders call racquetball. Or what you do to a bug.

But, since dinner didn’t start until 8 p.m., and I’m polite and starving, I try it. Then eat the whole thing.

Course 2: Pasta Purses stuffed with Chicken Sausage and Artichoke Hearts. Pasta Purses! That sounds like something that ultra-rich New Englanders call ravioli. Also, I don’t like sausage. But I try it. Then eat the whole thing.

Course 3: Seared Scallop with Grilled Watermelon, Cucumber, and Mixed Field Greens.

We love watermelon! And we love grilling! And now we love grilled watermelon.

Course 4: Hard Cider Braised Pork Belly with shaved Brussel Sprouts tossed in braising juices and Blueberry Balsamic Reductions.

This may be single best piece of meat I’ve ever eaten. And I once ate a steak that cost $70.

Course 5: Housemade Duck Sausage with White Bean, Duck Confit and Baby Kale Leaf Stew, Black Mission Fig Salsa, and Roasted Garlic Creme Fraiche.

I don’t like duck. I don’t like sausage. Also, I am not sure what some of those other words even mean. I will say this: It’s the best damn duck sausage I’ve ever eaten.

Course 6: Salt and Pepper Crusted Beef Tenderloin.

This may be the single best piece of meat I’ve ever eaten. And I once ate Hard Cider Braised Pork Belly with shaved Brussel Sprouts tossed in braising juices and Blueberry Balsamic Reductions.

Course 7: A Float of Moscato Wine and Honey Soda with Rosemary Sorbet.

I start singing “Rosemary Sorbet.” To the tune of Prince’s “Raspberry Beret.” In my defense, we’re on our fourth flight of wine.

Course 8: Dijon and Herb Crusted Rack of Lamb.

I’ve never liked eating lamb. Sure, I can tell this is very well-prepared, and the people around me rave about how amazing this lamb is. But all I can picture is that I’m eating Lamb Chop, the ventriloquist puppet of Shari Lewis.

Course 9: Assorted Artisan Cheeses.

One piece of cheese, about the size of a quarter, tastes like peach-flavored cheesecake.

Course 10: Plum Crisp with Cashew Butter Ice Cream, whipped cream and a
Ginger Tuile.

After about bite two, I realize I am letting out audible moans of pleasure.

And, tomorrow night, we’ll be back to the real world — camping with the kids and eating hot dogs roasted over an open fire.

So, it could be, back to back, two of the best meals I’ve ever eaten.

Steve Lange is the editor of Rochester Magazine. His column appears every Tuesday.











Monday, June 10, 2013

Meet the Owners!

Anybody passionate enough about something has wondered what it is like to turn that love into a business.

A farm wife and grandmother wondered that same thing about growing grapes, selling wine and offering a rich experience in the middle of corn and bean fields of southern Minnesota. Only, Vicky Vogt wasn’t just daydreaming. She was serious.

“When she first hit me with the idea, I said, ‘You’re crazy; let’s not do this,’” said Vicky’s husband, Gary Vogt, a lifelong farmer who has lived within the same mile his entire life.

Now when people walk in the futuristic, metal building, he’s the one they often see first – with a glass of sangria and a welcoming hand. Welcome to Four Daughters Vineyard and Winery.

After a handshake and introduction, it’s quite obvious Gary is co-owner with Vicky, but he rarely introduces himself that way.

“Hi, I’m Gary, the father of the four daughters,” he says with a grin and magnetic demeanor.

From there, it’s wine, cider, gourmet food, music, a majestic setting and peaceful view of the vineyard and gently rolling farmland. It’s not California or Argentina, but it works well.

“I was never hesitant about it,” Vicky said about clearing the site, erecting the building, creating a business model and hiring nearly two dozen people. “I always wanted to do it from the minute I thought of it.”

With the idea tightly wedged in their brains, Vick and Gary explored more. The couple who met in Rochester in the 70s had traveled extensively, toured some of the world’s vineyards and sampled their wines.

“Everywhere we went, we always did wine tastings,” Gary said.

In February 2010, they studied more at a grape growers’ conference. The couple studied business models, picked others’ brains, interviewed architects and considered logo options.

Once the fencing went up and grapes started growing right off the highway, in what seemed like the middle of nowhere, others grew suspicious, as well. After all, this is Minnesota, and that six acres of wood, wire and vines was prime crop land.

But they had reached the point of no return – not that they were going to change their minds. Plus, it seemed like a natural fit, given their tastes. Yet there was another reason to go through with it, all: family.

“It was to bring my kids home – that was the idea,” Vicky said.

Thus far, that plan has worked like a charm, and family members have filtered into their own roles, including sons-in-law who are winemaker and vineyard manager. They’re not just filling the gaps, either. The whole family loves this stuff.


“We do all like wine,” Vicky said. “We always, always liked wine.”
Grape Stomp 2012!