Ice cream delivery service.
Like, you know how you call a pizza place and ask for a pizza with bacon, mushrooms and extra cheese and they bring a pizza to your house and you give them money and everyone's happy?
They need to do that with ice cream. Like hot fudge sundaes. Or even caramel.
I really want some ice cream.
March 22, 2007
March 10, 2007
The Wine Weekend
Went on a wine-tasting weekend several weeks ago. The following relates to that weekend.
Part 1: Buying wine for a life I don't live
Tasting whites. Light, crisp whites. Swishing and analyzing leads to the conclusion that said white would be perfect for a summer lunch. Tasty salad. Lovely crisp white wine. Sitting on the back deck. Should buy a bottle. Buy a bottle.
At the next winery, the same scene.
Third winery, same scene yet again.
Fourth winery. The key observation. We never actually sit on the back deck, having tasty salads in the summertime. Like, ever. Buy a bottle.
Multiple bottles of light, crisp white wines that, when chilled, would be the perfect complement for meals I never eat, or, even, participate in. And yet, I feel the need to own these bottles.
Perhaps next, I should go out and buy a cute summery dress for this lunch I'll never have. And shoes!
Part 2: Who moved my cheese?
At one of the wineries, my friend bought a wonderful cheese we both love. A fairly expensive cheese (made more expensive by the location at which we were purchasing it). Put it in the trunk for later. Cleaning out the trunk later that day, taking everything up to the hotel room. Can't find the cheese. Check the boxes of wine. Can't find the cheese. Next morning, loading the car... still can't find the cheese. Worried that cheese is stuck in some random nook or cranny of friend's car and will make itself known, via some horrid odour, 3 months from now.
Just now unpacking the last box of wine bottles. Cheese had made its way down the side of the box and curled up underneath one of the bottles. Cheese has been found! Now cracked (from being bent). With grassy green mold growing in the cracks. Cut off all moldy areas. Leaving roughly 3 square centimetres of cheese. Now officially the most expensive piece of cheese I've ever consumed. Cracked open bottle of really cheap wine from grocery store to enjoy with it. Drinking wine at 4:00 pm on a Saturday. Glad cheese is found (yummy cheese!) but worry for amount of progress that will now be made in cleaning efforts.
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Unpacking also revealed several bottles I didn't even realize I purchased. And bottles from wineries I don't even remember going to. Maybe 14 wineries in 6 hours - with tastings at all of them - was a bit too ambitious. Or at least, contributed to questionable decision making.
Part 1: Buying wine for a life I don't live
Tasting whites. Light, crisp whites. Swishing and analyzing leads to the conclusion that said white would be perfect for a summer lunch. Tasty salad. Lovely crisp white wine. Sitting on the back deck. Should buy a bottle. Buy a bottle.
At the next winery, the same scene.
Third winery, same scene yet again.
Fourth winery. The key observation. We never actually sit on the back deck, having tasty salads in the summertime. Like, ever. Buy a bottle.
Multiple bottles of light, crisp white wines that, when chilled, would be the perfect complement for meals I never eat, or, even, participate in. And yet, I feel the need to own these bottles.
Perhaps next, I should go out and buy a cute summery dress for this lunch I'll never have. And shoes!
Part 2: Who moved my cheese?
At one of the wineries, my friend bought a wonderful cheese we both love. A fairly expensive cheese (made more expensive by the location at which we were purchasing it). Put it in the trunk for later. Cleaning out the trunk later that day, taking everything up to the hotel room. Can't find the cheese. Check the boxes of wine. Can't find the cheese. Next morning, loading the car... still can't find the cheese. Worried that cheese is stuck in some random nook or cranny of friend's car and will make itself known, via some horrid odour, 3 months from now.
Just now unpacking the last box of wine bottles. Cheese had made its way down the side of the box and curled up underneath one of the bottles. Cheese has been found! Now cracked (from being bent). With grassy green mold growing in the cracks. Cut off all moldy areas. Leaving roughly 3 square centimetres of cheese. Now officially the most expensive piece of cheese I've ever consumed. Cracked open bottle of really cheap wine from grocery store to enjoy with it. Drinking wine at 4:00 pm on a Saturday. Glad cheese is found (yummy cheese!) but worry for amount of progress that will now be made in cleaning efforts.
************************************************************************************
Unpacking also revealed several bottles I didn't even realize I purchased. And bottles from wineries I don't even remember going to. Maybe 14 wineries in 6 hours - with tastings at all of them - was a bit too ambitious. Or at least, contributed to questionable decision making.
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