Busy Sunday! Busy Sunday. I did finally get to chill this evening, however, the last hour of the day. I thought I wanted to play a little Witcher, but I decided…that wasn’t it.
I wanted three things: to read Between Meals, to sip a glass of wine, and to listen to the rain.
The book was easy. It sits on my nightstand and I’m almost done with it. A lovely, very glib (in a good way) book on Paris before—and a bit of after—WWII. Liebling was passionate about a large appetite. I have that…and I don’t. I’m oddly both and neither. I mostly eat for fuel, I have to confess, which would horrify him. But I also love good food, and I always endorse going for it whenever the pocketbook allows.
The wine he would have been proud of, and its an instance of where I will fucking go for it sometimes. It’s a bottle of the Georges La Tour from Beaulieu. Definitely a Napa wine, not a Bordeaux, but the blend is a lovely departure from the pure Cabs they usually make up there. It’s French in that regard. I got it from Costco, which is wildly American, and it was at a fantastic price, almost fifty percent off as far as I can tell, which is also incredibly American…but the bottle is lovely. Class. Fit for a large appetite.
The first glass I poured, however, was a miss. A “Cotes du Rhône” from E. Guigal. I had reservations picking it up. “Cotes du Rhône” can mean almost anything, which almost certainly means everyone’s shittiest grapes. And that’s what it tasted like. I’d opened the bottle a couple days ago to see if it would benefit from some air. It didn’t. It was already over the oxidation edge, but even so, nothing had improved anyway. Sigh. Apparently Monsieur Guigal makes a legendary Hermitage, and an equally renowned Cote-Rotie (and I think a Cote Blonde and a Cote Brune?). I believe it. But this Cote du Rhône is not for me.
The BV was much more satisfying.
And the rain. It’s not raining in LA, lol. So, that had to be supplied by my iphone. But it was still lovely. Very cozy, which is exactly what I needed to unwind. Been a pretty busy few weeks, man. Whew.
Night night.
Ps – my dad had two kitties follow him home tonight. I hope he keeps them.