{"id":146447,"date":"2020-07-31T09:00:03","date_gmt":"2020-07-31T13:00:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/?p=146447"},"modified":"2020-07-31T10:53:15","modified_gmt":"2020-07-31T14:53:15","slug":"cooking-with-d-h-lawrence","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2020\/07\/31\/cooking-with-d-h-lawrence\/","title":{"rendered":"Cooking with D. H. Lawrence"},"content":{"rendered":"

Please join Valerie Stivers and Hank Zona<\/em><\/a> for a virtual wine tasting on Friday, August 28,<\/em>\u00a0at 6 P.M. <\/small>on<\/em> The Paris Review\u2019<\/em>s<\/em> Instagram account<\/em><\/a>. For more details, click <\/em>here<\/em><\/a>, or scroll to the bottom of the page.<\/em><\/p>\n

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I crusted the gamekeeper\u2019s \u201csimple chop\u201d with mushrooms\u2014not what Lawrence intended but I\u2019ve made the recipe (from his fellow Briton Mary Berry) half a dozen times since.<\/p><\/div>\n

Few people could have been more off-grid than the English writer D.\u2009H. Lawrence (1885\u20131930) during his sojourn at a cabin eighteen miles northwest of Taos, New Mexico, where he and his wife, Frieda, lived without electricity, kept chickens, built an outdoor oven, made adobe bricks and \u201ca meat safe to hang from a tree branch,\u201d evicted nests of rats, and traveled two miles on horseback for their milk and mail, their butter and eggs. The time Lawrence spent at this place\u2014called \u201cpunishingly remote\u201d by the biographer John Worthen in D.\u2009H. Lawrence: The Life of an Outsider<\/em>\u2014was relatively short, a span of months in 1924 and 1925, but he considered it home, and after his death, Frieda returned there to live until she died in 1956.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s a lonely moment for me and an off-grid moment for many of us, so it seems time to pay a visit to Lawrence, his work, and his food\u2014and to ask what can be learned from literature\u2019s most notorious outcast. <\/p>\n

Lawrence, David Herbert, was born in poverty in the English Midlands, where his most enduring work, Lady Chatterley\u2019s Lover<\/a>, <\/em>takes place. He was the son of a coal miner and a woman come down in the world, and he had brief early success writing about miners. Barely had this tall, thin twenty-three-year-old with blond hair, a red beard, and weak lungs broken into London\u2019s literary circles when the trouble started. His work was too sexual, too grossly physical\u2014as if it were written \u201cwith one hand in the slime,\u201d said one of his detractors. It was the beginning of a career of censorship and suppression, and for the rest of his life, Lawrence lived hand to mouth on a very small income, helped by well-placed friends (including John Middleton Murry, Ford Madox Ford, and the editor Edward Garnett, husband of the great translator Constance Garnett). He was often abroad, where he could live cheaply while the courts were looking for him in England. Lawrence\u2019s personal life was also controversial; he met his great love, Frieda von Richthofen, when she was married to someone else, and for many years the couple lived openly in adultery, an issue complicated by Frieda\u2019s German nationality and the outbreak of World War I. It wasn\u2019t until 1959, twenty-nine years after Lawrence\u2019s death, that Lady Chatterley\u2019s Lover <\/em>was published in the United States by Grove Press, which was known at the time for its groundbreaking stance against censorship.<\/p>\n

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Many of us know the outlines of that story, and also that there has been scanty rehabilitation for Lawrence since then. He is perhaps uniquely capable of the ghastly and ridiculous, and his writings about indigenous people, politics, race, class, and gender contain many statements that are unacceptable to the modern reader. He also had an occasionally violent relationship with Frieda (mutual violence, his biographer says, and not how it has been portrayed), which for years has disqualified him from serious consideration.<\/p>\n

I read Lady Chatterley<\/em> in high school for the dirty parts\u2014disappointing, to the teenage mind\u2014and then again in my twenties to be outraged over the antifeminist parts, in which sense I was not disappointed. Constance Chatterley\u2014a \u201cruddy, country-looking girl\u201d with a \u201csturdy body, and slow movements,\u201d \u201cbig, wondering eyes, and a soft mild voice\u201d\u2014is married to an English aristocrat who is impotent and confined to a wheelchair from a war injury (the condition, wincingly, serves as easy metaphor for a sterile, industrialized, \u201cunnatural\u201d man). Lawrence believed the sexual relationship between a man and a woman was the central thing in human life; without sex, Connie\u2019s body is \u201cdisappointed of its real womanhood,\u201d \u201cflattening and going a little harsh.\u201d She falls in love with Oliver Mellors, the gamekeeper on her estate, who, unlike her husband, can give her \u201ca bit of cunt and tenderness\u201d and wants people to \u201cfuck with warm hearts.\u201d It is very, very important to the narration that Connie let Mellors take the lead in this fucking, that she be submissive to him, and that she do nothing to \u201cget a grip on her own satisfaction.\u201d Supposedly, this just-lie-there approach\u2014described as being a \u201cpassive, consenting thing, like a slave, a physical slave\u201d\u2014leads to the most dazzling sexual fulfillment. At this point the young feminist throws the book across the room.<\/p>\n

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Lawrence loved sex and baked cakes\u2014both very good things. This is the base for an any-fruit cake from \u2018The Great Dixter Cookbook.\u2019<\/p><\/div>\n

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To pick the book back up twenty years later, however, is to notice things. Lawrence was a gender essentialist to the bone, and he thought defending maleness was important\u2014it\u2019s amazing how his sensitive, palpating fingers found our cultural hot buttons a hundred years ago and have stayed on them. The maleness he posits, though, is so different from the one we\u2019re used to that I find it worth listening to. I don\u2019t think anyone has ever written so evocatively about being in the male body during sex, or been so revealing about the sensual and emotional details of experiencing the female body as a man.<\/p>\n

Moreover, Mellors is \u201csmallish, sensitive, soft,\u201d and his tenderness, his vulnerability, his deep engagement with Connie\u2019s femaleness\u2014I\u2019ll call it her gender identity, to rag-pick the parts I like\u2014depart so drastically from the conventions of manhood in his time and ours that it\u2019s very little surprise Lawrence was suppressed, or that he discomfits readers to this day. While I was rereading Lady Chatterley<\/em>, I came across an exquisitely stupid opinion column<\/a> from 2019 that, in the process of bashing the book, fails to understand Mellors\u2019s vulnerability; his class-freighted language makes the opinion writer uncomfortable precisely because it\u2019s not conventionally macho about sex. The book has held the title of world\u2019s most notorious sex novel for nearly a century not because it\u2019s the most graphic thing ever written but because it was and still is subversive of the codes of how we\u2019re allowed to speak about our bodies, our genders, and our desires.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s also extraordinary to find a male thinker who considers romantic, sexual love to be the foundation of human society, or any thinker who makes that declaration while having very little use for children and the family. Lawrence is heteronormative, but I find myself wanting to take his thought and build on it. Unpinned from biological sex (he\u2019d object to this, I am aware), his roles of maleness and femaleness are subtle and generative and crackling with sexual energy. It\u2019s also worth noting that he experienced sexual love and desire for men (feelings that were not acted upon, Worthen says; less credible sources, such as Mabel Dodge Luhan, writing in Lorenzo in Taos<\/em>, disagree), so maybe a bit of wiggle room here isn\u2019t so wrong.<\/p>\n

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Ana\u00efs Nin understood Lawrence the way few of their contemporaries did. Her monograph on him was one of her first published works.<\/p><\/div>\n

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I\u2019m not alone in thinking so. In 1932, two years after the writer\u2019s death, an as-yet-unknown young woman named Ana\u00efs Nin published a monograph on Lawrence<\/a>, which is perhaps even more wonderful to read than Lawrence himself and claims much of his thinking as queer space. Nin says Lawrence wrote not to engage our intellects but to evoke a state of consciousness; he \u201cnever means what is literally apparent.\u201d Characters are symbolic, \u201cdreams and reality are often interwoven,\u201d and it was \u201cnot the truth, but the stirring, live quality of Lawrence\u2019s truth that upset people.\u201d His men and women, then, may not be what they seem.<\/p>\n

There\u2019s more: Lawrence\u2019s observations on class, on industrialization (he was of the generation that saw it take hold in the English countryside), on nature and the environment, and on American whiteness, which he wrote about while living in proximity to the indigenous populations in Taos, were in many ways prescient. Even his approach to food feels bizarrely modern.<\/p>\n

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For a dish of \u201cbread with cheese and chives,\u201d I used Crowley Cheese, a favorite local brand in Vermont.<\/p><\/div>\n

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Food appears infrequently in Lawrence\u2019s novels and, when it is specific, is often an example of urban, elitist decadence. At one point in Lady Chatterley<\/em>, he damns \u201cthese manly he-men, these flaneurs<\/em>, the oglers, the eaters of good dinners!\u201d Conversely, the foods the gamekeeper eats are dogmatically unpretentious\u2014once \u201ca simple chop,\u201d another time \u201cbread with cheese and chives,\u201d both consumed with beer. When the aristocratic Connie and her sister visit Mellors in his house, he taunts them with food that won\u2019t suit them (\u201cboiled ham, cheese, pickled wa\u2019nuts if yer like\u201d). Lawrence did not say that food was political, but he treated it as such. Nor did he predict agribusiness, factory food, and the obesity epidemic, but he saw that industrialization would threaten men\u2019s bodies<\/em>, and he lamented it, specifically focusing on the bodies of the laboring poor. In the form of factory food, that prediction has been borne out.<\/p>\n

On my third reading, I have fallen in love with Lawrence, though it\u2019s a prickly, uncomfortable kind of love that demands regular interrogation. For example, I was aware while setting out to make his food that I am just the kind of sophisticated urban woman he\u2019d think should spend less time ambitiously cooking and writing and more time in bed. Sexist? Maybe. Wrong? Maybe not entirely! I was helped in liking him, also, by knowing that he did all the cooking (and cleaning) for himself and Frieda, and was known for making good bread. There\u2019s not much detail on his food in his letters\u2014\u201cbecause it was such a normal part of everyday life that he never boasted about it!\u201d Worthen told me. But in one anecdote, after a blowout fight with friends at the Kiowa Ranch, he made amends by bringing over bread and a cake, presumably baked in the outdoor oven he\u2019d built.<\/p>\n

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This backyard oven was quick and easy to build. With the help of a Dutch oven, it baked delicious bread.<\/p><\/div>\n

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I settled on two gamekeeper meals from Lady Chatterley<\/em>\u2014the simple chop and \u201cbread with cheese and chives\u201d\u2014as well as the apology cake, baked with fruit of the English countryside. This kind of unadorned cooking is a challenge because it\u2019s all technique. I needed to make bread from scratch, which has been a problem before<\/a>. I struggle to fry a tender pork chop. Even with the cake, my go-to favorite for summer fruit involves Madeira, orange zest, and way too many bowls. I had to seek out a plainer recipe. The dishes were so basic that I decided to follow the only preparation instruction the author really offered, and also take advantage of my current countryside location: I built an outdoor oven the way Lawrence did in Taos.<\/p>\n

Most DIY bread ovens are made from clay or cob (a mixture of mud and straw) and require a mold of wet sand and the ability to build a template for a brick arch. I would have had to source a variety of materials, and I wasn\u2019t sure I\u2019d have enough time for the various layers to set. Instead, I found a plan on a website to make an oven in an hour that could be adapted for the materials I had easily available: bricks, firebricks, cinderblocks, and two stone pavers. Stacked together without mortar in a boxlike shape, these items made a chamber barely big enough for a small pizza, but I could build a fire in it, and if I left the coals inside, it was hot enough to bake bread (with a clay or cob oven, you can scrape the coals out, seal up the oven, and bake using radiant heat, but experimentation showed that my bricks did not retain heat well enough to do that).<\/p>\n

To round out the meal, I consulted my spirits guide, Hank Zona<\/a>, for a wine pairing. Despite the gamekeeper\u2019s preference for beer, wine seemed a better fit for my outdoor summer menu. To my surprise, I learned that New Mexico was the first place wine was grown in what is now the U.S., starting in 1548, when it was introduced by Spanish missionaries who planted a grape now known as Mission in this country and Pais in Chile. The New Mexican wine industry declined as a result of floods in the forties but has had a resurgence in the past couple of decades, and the Pais or Mission grape is newly trendy today. Zona recommended drinking it chilled, and he said my particular bottle, the 215 B.C.<\/small> Ferment<\/a> from the Garage Wine Co., would taste like sage and blackberries and be \u201cmore like a shrub.\u201d Perhaps I was being an \u201ceater of good dinners,\u201d but I was really looking forward to a cold red and an outdoor fire.<\/p>\n

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Lawrence hated industrialization and believed that living close to nature was essential for the human spirit. Nothing bespeaks his ethos like homemade bread.<\/p><\/div>\n

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The meal preparations were easy and effective. My simple chop came from a recipe in Mary Berry\u2019s Foolproof Cooking<\/em><\/a>, a tome of English basics. I planned to brine the meat, add a crust of mushrooms stewed in milk (another preparation once mentioned by Lawrence in a letter), and finish it off by the crackling flames in the outdoor oven. The cake I chose was an \u201cany fruit\u201d summer cake from The Great Dixter Cookbook<\/em><\/a>, a farm cookbook from the English countryside. The bread with cheese and chives would use Crowley cheddar, a Vermont favorite, and a half-white homemade bread. For the bread, I did many things the easy way: I used yeast instead of making a sourdough starter from scratch; I kneaded it with the dough hook on my mixer; I proofed it in the oven with the light on, which is very quick; and ultimately I baked it in a Dutch oven inside the outdoor oven to protect it from the smoke. I\u2019ve now made several loaves this way, and though I have to scrape some charred bits off the crust, they are shatteringly crisp-crusted without and chewy within. The oven works.<\/p>\n

The rest of my food was heavenly as well. The cold red wine, in particular, tasted black, piquant, and herby, and it picked up the sage I used to flavor the mushrooms on the pork chops. The cake was easy summer perfection. I would not take D.\u2009H. Lawrence by the letter, and can recommend reading him only in critique, but \u2026 he does make a good dinner.<\/p>\n

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Freshly Baked Bread with Cheese and Chives<\/strong><\/p>\n

For the outdoor oven:\u00a0 <\/strong><\/p>\n

Note: This oven was built in a wet, nonflammable New England field. Please follow all fire-safety dictates and regulations in your area.<\/em><\/p>\n

6 cinderblocks
\n12 firebricks
\n44 measurement red bricks
\ntwo 23 x 12″ paving stones<\/p>\n

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Find a level surface in a fire-resistant area. Stack the cinderblocks in two three-block layers. Top them with a layer of firebricks, creating a small overhang in both the front and the back (this makes it easier to scrape out the coals, but you\u2019ll need to be careful not to flip the two front bricks when putting items in the oven). Stack red bricks along the sides and back, five bricks high. On top, place the two paving stones and a few extra bricks if you have them to seal the cracks. Build a fire inside near the back, light it, and continue adding wood and building up your bed of coals for about an hour to get the oven nice and hot before baking bread. Pizza or other open-air items can be made near the front even sooner.<\/p>\n

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For the bread: <\/strong><\/p>\n

This recipe requires a Dutch oven. <\/em><\/p>\n

a packet of instant yeast
\n2 cups warm water
\npinch of sugar
\n4 cups half-white bread flour
\n1 3\/4 tsp salt
\nwhite flour (for kneading)
\nolive oil (for the pan)
\n2 tbs cornmeal
\ncheddar cheese (for serving)
\ndiced chives (for serving)<\/p>\n

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Put the two cups of warm water, the yeast, and a pinch of sugar in the bowl of your stand mixer, and stir. Let sit for five minutes, until the yeast bubbles up. If it doesn\u2019t bubble, start again with fresh yeast.<\/p>\n

Mix the bread flour and salt, and then add to the water in the mixer. Knead on \u201cstir\u201d with the dough hook for ten minutes. This will be a very wet, sticky dough. Flour your hands, then turn the dough out on a floured countertop, kneading by hand for a few minutes and adding as little flour as necessary to prevent sticking (you want to be sure the dough is soft and pillowy and bounces back some when you poke it with a finger).<\/p>\n

Lightly oil the interior of the same bowl you used to mix the dough, drop the dough back in the bowl, cover with Saran Wrap, and leave to rise until doubled in volume, a process whose time varies based on the temperature of your kitchen (I have been proofing dough in my oven with the light on, and it takes about thirty minutes to double).<\/p>\n

After the first rise is underway and you\u2019re able to see how quickly it\u2019s coming along, consider the timing of preheating the oven to 500 or starting the fire in the outdoor oven. You\u2019ll want about an hour to feed the fire and then thirty minutes to preheat the Dutch oven (with the lid on) while letting the flames die down before baking. That means you should start the fire ninety minutes before bake time (if you\u2019re using a conventional oven, preheat it to 500, and put the Dutch oven in half an hour before bake time).<\/p>\n

When the dough has doubled in volume, take it out and punch it back down. Lightly oil the bowl again, and return to rise.<\/p>\n

Line a clean tea towel with a smooth layer of cornmeal. When the dough has finished its second rise, either put it in the refrigerator if you\u2019re not ready to bake or turn it out onto the countertop, shape it into a ball, and then place it on the center of the tea towel. Flip the edges of the towel over the center of the bread to evenly distribute the cornmeal (you can leave it on the counter for five to ten minutes, but no longer, or the dough may rise too much to fit easily into the Dutch oven).<\/p>\n

Carefully remove the Dutch oven from the oven (don\u2019t burn yourself). Flip the bread directly into it, cover, and bake for forty to fifty minutes, rotating the Dutch oven once if you\u2019re baking outdoors. If you\u2019re cooking indoors, remove the lid about ten minutes before the end of the bake. Bread is done when it makes a hollow thumping sound on the bottom. Let rest ten minutes before slicing.<\/p>\n

Served topped with slices of cheddar cheese and sprinkled with chives.<\/p>\n

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Pork Chops with Mushrooms <\/strong><\/p>\n

Adapted from <\/em>Foolproof Cooking,<\/em> by Mary Berry.<\/em><\/p>\n

2 pork chops on the bone
\n2 tbs salt for brine
\nsalt and pepper (to taste)
\n3 tbs butter, divided
\n1\/2 small onion
\n3 oz mixed wild mushrooms, sliced
\n3 sage leaves, chopped
\n4 tbs milk
\n1 heaping tbs sour cream
\n3 tbs bread crumbs
\n1\/3 cup grated cheddar cheese
\npinch of salt<\/p>\n

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Preheat the oven to 400.<\/p>\n

Brine the pork chops for thirty minutes before cooking. Remove from the water, pat completely dry with paper towels, and season with salt and pepper on both sides.<\/p>\n

Heat a large cast-iron skillet to very hot. Add a tablespoon of butter, and then immediately, before the butter burns, add the two chops. Fry without moving until browned on one side, then flip. When both sides are browned, use tongs to sear the fatty edges as well. Remove and reserve the chops.<\/p>\n

Heat a separate skillet on medium-low. Add a tablespoon of butter, then the onion. Fry until the onion softens and begins to brown, about ten minutes, stirring occasionally. Add another tablespoon of butter, the mushrooms, and sage, and toss to combine. Fry for a few minutes. As the pan begins to look dry, add milk by the tablespoon, simultaneously steaming and frying the mushrooms. When the mushrooms have softened, turn the heat down to low, add the sour cream, stir, and cook for five minutes more, until the sour cream is absorbed. Season with salt and pepper to taste.<\/p>\n

In a separate bowl, combine the bread crumbs and cheese. Just before you\u2019re ready to serve, top each chop with half the mushroom mixture, followed by half the bread-crumb-and-cheese mixture, and return to the oven. If your chops are skinny, they probably cooked through while browning. If they are thick, they may need ten to fifteen minutes in the oven. Bake until the cheese has melted, the crumbs are toasted, and the meat is cooked through (I did this last step outdoors).<\/p>\n

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Simple Summer Cake with Any Fruit <\/strong><\/p>\n

Adapted from <\/em>The Great Dixter Cookbook. <\/em><\/p>\n

For the batter: <\/strong><\/p>\n

stick of unsalted butter, softened, plus extra for greasing the tin
\n1\/2 cup sugar
\n1 cup flour
\n1 tsp baking soda
\npinch of salt
\n2 eggs, room temperature<\/p>\n

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4 cups of fruit, chopped
\n1\/2 tsp cinnamon
\n1\/4 tsp ginger
\n1\/4 cup white sugar
\n1\/4 cup brown sugar
\njuice from 1\/2 lemon<\/p>\n

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Preheat the oven to 350.<\/p>\n

Butter an eight-inch springform pan. Line the bottom with parchment paper, and butter the parchment.<\/p>\n

To make the batter, cream the butter and sugar together in a stand mixer. In a separate small bowl, whisk together the flour, baking soda, and salt. Add the eggs to the mixer one at a time, alternating with half the flour mixture and mixing between additions.<\/p>\n

To make the topping, combine all the ingredients in a medium bowl, and toss to combine.<\/p>\n

Spread the batter on the bottom of the pan, top with fruit, and bake for forty-five to fifty minutes on top of a foil-lined baking sheet to catch any juices. When the cake is done, a tester in the center will come out clean of batter, though streaked with fruit juices. Serve warm.<\/p>\n

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Wine!<\/strong><\/p>\n

Please join Valerie Stivers and Hank Zona on Friday, August 28, at 6 P.M.<\/small> for a virtual literary wine tasting on The Paris Review<\/em>\u2019s Instagram account<\/a>. Bring a bottle of one of the specific wines listed below, or any chilled red\u2014and we\u2019ll discuss Lady Chatterley<\/em>\u2019<\/em>s Lover<\/em>, give you tasting notes, and suggest how to pair with food. No drinking experience or affection for D.\u2009H. Lawrence required.<\/p>\n

Ask for Pais at your local wine store. Some names to look for from Chile for Pais and Pais blends: A Los Vinateros Bravos, Clos des Fous, Garage Wine Co. (the one we used), J. Bouchon, Mauricio Gonzalez, Morande, Onda Brava, Pedro Parra y Familia, Roberto Henriquez, Tinto de Rulo, Vina Gonzalez Bastias, Vina Maitia. Mission wines are available at stores with a trendier selection. Look for Monte Rio Lodi Mission, Pax Wines Mission, and Somer\u2019s Vineyard.<\/p>\n

The following is a list of stores in Manhattan, Brooklyn, and New Jersey that have Pais or Mission wines. Anyone outside of those areas who needs help finding a bottle can email us (hank@thegrapesunwrapped.com<\/a>).<\/p>\n

Stores with Pais:<\/strong><\/p>\n

In Manhattan:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Chambers Street Wines<\/a>
\n148 Chambers St. A
\nNew York, NY 10007
\n212-227-1434<\/p>\n

PJ Wine & Spirits<\/a>
\n4898 Broadway
\nNew York, NY 10034
\n212-392-1160<\/p>\n

Some Good Wine<\/a>
\n13 East 8th St
\nNew York, NY 10003
\n212-777-3151<\/p>\n

Union Square Wines<\/a>
\n140 4th Ave
\nNew York, NY 10003
\n212-675-8100<\/p>\n

Verve Wine<\/a>
\n24 Hubert St
\nNew York, NY 10013
\n212-810-2899<\/p>\n

Wine Therapy<\/a>
\n171 Elizabeth St
\nNew York, NY 10012
\n212-625-2999<\/p>\n

In Brooklyn:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Blanc et Rouge<\/a>
\n81 Washington St
\nBrooklyn NY 11201
\n718-858-9463<\/p>\n

Grain & Vine<\/a>
\n190 Union Ave
\nBrooklyn, NY 11211
\n718-782-9463<\/p>\n

Leon & Son Wine and Spirits<\/a>
\n995 Fulton St
\nBrooklyn, NY 11238
\n347-689-9253<\/p>\n

Michael Towne Wines and Spirits<\/a>
\n73 Clark Street
\nBrooklyn, NY 11201
\n718-875-3667<\/p>\n

Uva Wines<\/a>
\n237 Bedford Ave
\nBrooklyn, NY 11211
\n718-963-3939<\/p>\n

Vanderbilt Wines<\/a>
\n573 Vanderbilt Ave
\nBrooklyn, NY 11238
\n718-398-1800<\/p>\n

In New Jersey:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Bottle King<\/a>
\n343 W Mt Pleasant Ave
\nLivingston, NJ 07039
\n973-740-0711<\/p>\n

Cool Vines<\/a>
\n350 Warren St
\nPowerhouse, Jersey City, NJ 07302
\n201-432-8910<\/p>\n

Gary\u2019s Wine<\/a>
\nBottle Hill\/Rose City Shopping Center
\n121 Main St
\nMadison, NJ 07940
\n973-822-0200<\/p>\n

Riverview Wines<\/a>
\n43 Bowers St
\nJersey City, NJ 07307
\n201-420-8900<\/p>\n

Stirling Fine Wines<\/a>
\n1168 Valley Rd #5
\nStirling, NJ 07980
\n908-647-5580<\/p>\n

The WineBuyer<\/a>
\n1950 Rt 23
\nNorth Wayne, NJ 07470
\n800-946-3937<\/p>\n

Stores with Mission wines:<\/strong><\/p>\n

In Manhattan:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Union Square Wines<\/a>
\n140 4th Ave
\nNew York, NY 10003
\n212-675-8100<\/p>\n

Verve Wine<\/a>
\n<\/strong>24 Hubert St
\nNew York, NY 10013
\n212-810-2899<\/p>\n

Wine Therapy<\/a>
\n171 Elizabeth St
\nNew York, NY 10012
\n212-625-2999<\/p>\n

In Brooklyn:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dandelion Wine<\/a>
\n153 Franklin St
\nBrooklyn, NY 11222
\n347-689-4563<\/p>\n

Leon & Son Wine and Spirits<\/a>
\n995 Fulton St
\nBrooklyn, NY 11238
\n347-689-9253<\/p>\n

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Valerie Stivers is a writer based in New York.\u00a0<\/em>Read earlier\u00a0installments of\u00a0Eat Your Words<\/a><\/em>.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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