What instrument does Steve Sando play?
I don’t know if Steve is a secret hot pianist, but I do know that he’s responsible for the most tasty heirloom beans on the planet — ones the Beloved and I ate last night. Steve (whose music library starts at five thousand CDs, a man after my own heart) is the Man In Charge of Rancho Gordo, from which delicious beans and grains come. (His site is www.ranchogordo.com.) And Steve also adores singers, both well-known and obscure: last night we spoke of Jack Teagarden, Fats Waller, and Alice Faye.
So these two pieces of paper are in honor of our pal and provider of good things Steve Sando:
That’s Annette Hanshaw!
And Connee Boswell in 1966. Just remember, jazz fans, it is just as easy to have something delicious to eat as it is to dine on something unsatisfying. (An unsolicited testimonial from a deeply satisfied consumer.)
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I admit it. This is an extremely indirect jazz post. Steve Sando is not a hot cornetist. He doesn’t lead a band dedicated to the music of Jelly Roll Morton.
But I live for spicy food. And Steve Sando makes the best hot sauce I’ve ever tasted, complex and not just tongue-burning. And jazz musicians themselves will tell you that the food and the music go together. And Steve loves jazz. All right?
His company is called RANCHO GORDO (http:www.ranchogordo.com) — with a naughty logo of a lip-licking bombshell. And his beans are delicious: rich, deeply-flavored, not just carbs with a nasty after-effect. And aren’t those dried limas truly pretty?
I wouldn’t be blogging about Steve — this is a jazz blog, not a food blog, even if the latter interests me greatly — except for something written about him in a recent Washington Post story: that he has one wall of his house floor-to-ceiling with jazz CDs. My kind of fellow. And I’ve taken a quick look at his new book, HEIRLOOM BEANS (Chronicle), where the recipes are inventive, the writing straightforward.
Swing it, Rancho Gordo!