Tonight it was a 12 year old bottle of Olivier Leflaive Puligny-Montrachet Champ-Canet Premiere Cru `98. It was a beautiful, well balanced golden drink with hints of grapefruit and an slight effervescent minerality that danced on my tongue. We had it well chilled and as we have noticed, the first pour was not the best, the subsequent glasses were a substantial and delicious wine, clean tasting and straight forward. It went perfectly with our rich seafood dinner. Perfect for a cold Fall evening, after a glorious day of golden sunshine. I know that I sound flowery, but the color of the wine in the glass in the picture above right was the same golden tone that was outside as MEH and I drove from store to store looking for smoked haddock this afternoon. (Since you don't see smoked haddock on the menu, you know that we struck out - but it was still a gorgeous drive!)
Caravan Conkers & Car Darts" (Top Gear so makes me wish I had access to a crane or two!) and then settling down for a nightcap of Grant Burge Port, and an episode of HBO's John Adams on DVD.
Menu: Foil baked salmon with English parsley sauce; wilted spinach with pancetta and red onion; pan crusted potatoes with pancetta; leftover fish pie
As I was standing just to his right stirring the English Parsley Sauce,
JPH took this picture. S was just behind us setting the table,
the kitchen was full of activity
producing the familiar smells and noises of a meal being put together.
It is like cooking in a dream and I simply don't want to wake up.