I am sitting in the garden drinking rose. What is it about the sun that makes you fancy a glass of rose in the garden? At last it really does seem we’re having a summer. Though I won’t believe the BBQ headlines of last year, because that’s all they were ‘headlines’.
Back to my rose which is going down a treat. I like it dry, like the traditional roses of France. Not the new zinfandel or shiraz sweet types the new world has introduced. Once I had to endure drinking Blossom Hill, I think I can blame a beautiful blond cousin for that, it was like drinking fizzy pop (no fizz of course) or sucking a child’s ice lolly. I don’t really relate to a wine-drinking adult drinking these sweet, cloying pop-roses at all but I do understand the appeal to teenagers, with it’s similarity to alco-pops. This is why people take years to drink and appreciate decent wine. If they learnt faster the high street would have to comply and provide a more interesting range. With my approaching return to uni in September maybe I should think about educating these young drinkers!
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- cheese (artisan not supermarket stuff), excellent bread, a rare, rare 28 days hung fillet, nose to tail eating, bone marrow from St Johns, calfs liver and mash, beef stew on a very cold day, ocean prawns from Sydney Fish Markets, oysters (in the R months), anything shared with friends, picnics that don't have a sandwich in sight, pate from a French town deli, foie gras either way, Dad's apple pie and custard, sauces on the side thank you, moules frites, fresh fish bought from the boat at the end of my road, pasta fungi at my fave local Italian
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