It is not fun to be ill. Although I am able to sleep, and eat, but I can’t drink *_* wine.
Aaarrgghhh….I need to feel a lot better to be on time for a Harlan and Shafer Hillside Select dinner next weekend. This weekend, I am feeling better despite some coughing, but better. Good enough that I decided to bake a batch of scones. It is a treat because it is my first attempt and it turned out pretty good.
Take care of yourself. Don’t fall ill.
People often say that I look more like my Dad, and that is one of the best thing I inherit from him. But to learn that I may have inherited his sensitive inner ear and tendency for vertigo, I was like…of all things? In the last few days of recuperation from dizziness, bloating, nauseous and coughing (due to the reflux of acid), I thought. If this is what I have to consume these medications on a regular basis in order to have his good look, I am cool with it.
I would love know if I have inherited his culinary skill. Only time and practise will tell.
“He said he’s going back to find Ooh, what’s left of his world, the world he left behind not so long ago. He’s leaving, on that midnight train to Georgia, and he’s goin’ back to a simpler place and time.”
Lately I am in a Georgia state to mind, seeking simplicity. I do not expect life to easy, but it is within our control to not make it complicated. I welcome challenges, but not orchestrated inconveniences. I appreciate sincere loyalty rather than self-serving politics. I hold on to company that things simple with honest friendship and leave the complexity for wine.
What a treat it was.
Last weekend, our small island city-state hosted the 6th Formula One Race, a night race. Hubz and I have always watched the race on TV. But this year, a very close friend sent me a pair of Corporate Suite passes for the final race day. I was both thrilled, worried, and anxious because these were really expensive passes. Other than being able to be really close to the track, we were situated at a turn that all the cars have to slow down to make the turn. And to top it all off, the suite was air-conditioned, with free flow of Champagne, wine, beer, excellent food for tea, dinner and supper.
This is an ultimate experience that one just have to do it once, and I am so grateful to have the opportunity to do it. Thank you C.
I thought about friendship this week, and relationship between people. It seems particularly poignant and meaningful as a I am turning another year older next week. Some amazed and enlightened me, some touched and embraced me, and some challenged and bothered me. The ones that touched me started me on the right track of celebration with Champagne…a Grower Champagne.
This Grand Cru magnum, which R and M hand-carried back from a recent trip to Champagne (so precious and grateful), was delicately blushed. “Grower” means that the champagne are made from grapes grown on their own property. It was gently spiced, laced with notes of caramel-like honey, ripened raspberry and cherry. Crunchy bubbles and clean acidity. I feel loved, and the warmth of generosity.
Life is short…I am not going to comment on wines that are not good, regardless the value.
Photograph credit to Patrina Chew
Really good restaurants are hard to find. And so to learn that one of them have closed down because the landlord is greedy is just sad. For me, 100% increase in rental is simply greed and rude.
In the midst of the clearing out their premise, I had the opportunity to pick up some of their really nice Riedel glassware at a huge discount price because they were used. So here are some whisky glasses for my hubz, 9 pieces of Burgundy glasses and 12 pieces Champagne.
A bittersweet treat, but thank you for the memories.
They are not just 1966, a couple of them were in 1.5 litre format. Getting to taste them took quite a bit of effort because the corks were in such bad shape. 70% of the corks were lost into the bottle, despite using the butler’s friend wine openers. Thankfully, the wines were not just fine, they were absolutely elegant, balanced and gently soothing.
The favourite of the evening because the notable flavours of dark fruits and cherries were quite distinctive and impressive. Although the flavours have balanced out, there was a sense of complexity that was quite intriguing.
The only 750ml format of the lot, this 1966 Chateau Cos d’Estournel was a little too soft and dry for me. It may have seen it peak, but it was holding on.
My fave at the end of the evening. It had a graceful beauty about it that was polished and insightful, It spoke generously without being flashy.
Now, that’s how I would like to age.
My grand father-in-law, taking a quick snooze.
He was and still is a favourite person within the Smith family (husband’s family). Although I do not know him while he was alive, but with all the stories I have heard about him, I feel like I have known him. One thing about him always stands out and my hubz and brother-in-law probably miss the most, he is brilliant in cooking Indian curry, particularly mutton and crab curry.
Credit to the unknown photographer.
Other than being my birthday month, September always mark the start of celebrations and parties. I attend about a couple of black tie events every year and while I hate to be in gowns, I love to see men in black tuxedos. A quick research pleasantly surprised me that it was created as a less formal option to the tailcoat. Here my good friend G, in classic tux, trying to capture a picture of the selection of 1966 Bordeaux wine last year.
Men usually are not too into dressing up. Hence there is something very heart-warming and gratifying to see them so nicely dressed and poised.
8 is an auspicious number for the Chinese, and it was an auspicious day for these special bottles. I may be a little sleepy when I met these curvaceous vintage because I was up till 4am partying with a group of DJs friends the night before and slept all day after, but I finished every single drops that were poured for me.
My favourite were Chateau Le Fleur de Gay, Chateau Pichon-Longueville and Chateau Haut Brion. I have enjoyed Chateau Clinet as well, but it seemed a little lost. Maybe I was affected when I learnt about how Jean-Michel Arcaute died while trying to save his son in 2009. This is probably the best way for me to remember this wine.
I am normally not too crazy about sweet wine, especially when they are young. But some carefully aging really brings out the graceful elegance and matured sweetness that will keep one mesmerized, and I was with this.
I came to the dinner slightly slumberous, I left still slumberous, but with a big smile. Not even the achy feet from the heels could get in the way.