Beyond Organics -- to Bliss
Want really natural eating? Try the taste of terroir
September / October 2004
Dara Moskowitz Utne magazine
With organics the original plan was to stop the application of
scary petrochemical poisons to the land, the food that grows on it,
and the animals that roam it. A great idea, but people can hardly
be blamed for wanting a little more than to be handed their cup of
morning coffee with a cheery 'Poison-free, honey!'
Hence the recognition that there is more to organic food-growing
-- from eating locally and reducing the use of polluting truck
transport to the humane treatment of animals and knowing the farmer
who grows your food.
What, after all, are organic eaters really in search of? Not
just a sense of responsibility fulfilled, but a taste of honesty,
of reality. A mouthful of the truth about land, water, and growing
things. And the leading edge of that quest is called
terroir.
Terroir, a French word that literally means 'land' or
'soil,' refers to a wine -- or, these days, a food -- that
expresses the taste of the land, the very rocks, sun, wind, and
rain patterns the food grows within, whether the land in question
is a sizable region or a tiny microclimate. The grower who grows
his or her product with an eye toward expressing terroir
is saying: We have land here for which we have a long-standing
reverence, and over generations we've figured out some things about
it, and here is an agricultural product that communicates the soul
of the land as we have come to understand it.
For terroir as it applies to wine, the first thing the
cultivator does is match vine with land -- for example,
gewrztraminer grapes and grenache grapes thrive in very different
sorts of sites. The first step to farming a parched mountainside in
a hot section of California is finding a grape that wants to grow
there -- Zinfandel, let's say.
Using winemaking skills to 'extract' the terroir is the
next step, and a really precise awareness of the territory is
called for. Zinfandel from a particular site in Sonoma County's Dry
Creek Valley that has, say, a dusty, dry volcanic soil, a direct
marine breeze, and adjoining ridges of scraggly vegetation and
eucalyptus trees might taste bright and concentrated (because of
the California sun and quick-draining soil), brambly and minty
(because of the surrounding botany), with a sea-mist edge (because
of the minerals coming in on the breeze). It will taste unlike any
other Zinfandel in the world, because that particular microclimate
is found only there.