One of the descriptors for Cabernet Sauvignon is “thyme,” and fresh thyme helps to emphasize this characteristic. And that means that even an inexpensive Cab – one that still has a decent pedigree, that is – can be something special.
Ah. The day job. That job that does silly things like put a roof over your head, food on the table, keeps the taxman and utilities folks happy, blah blah blah. It’s also the one that sucks all the time and energy out of your life. My day job does all of the above. And more!
And the fact that I like – even *expect* – the aroma of cat pee in my Sauvignon Blanc in no way indicates that I have a fetish for sniffing cat boxes. Otherwise, I’d probably actually own a cat.
The Wineaux Guy and I got to visit Paso Robles several times during the year, and those times were very relaxing for both of us. We didn’t always get to visit friends while we were there, but love the town and it’s a perfect getaway weekend for us. Paso Robles has that old-fashioned small town feel that is balm to a stressed out soul.
This was the interview I did in 2008 with John Curtas, our own intrepid restaurant critic who has gone on to bigger and better things, including Iron Chef America judge, author, and separated-at-birth celebrity!
So why is it that the overwhelming majority of official wine tasters and critics are men? It’s not because they’re better at the sniffing or tasting. It’s because they have better memories. And because they don’t go through menopause.
The fifth annual HenderZIN was held, as usual, at the parking lot at Khoury’s at 9915 S. Eastern in Henderson. OF COURSE I had to be there! Of course I had to take pictures! Of course!
The combination of the Cab and the silky lusciousness of the Bordelaise created from the homemade Demi Glace was a terrific success. More than a terrific success, but words fail me. Hard to believe, huh?
I dunno. Something about “Hug” and “Deer” just seemed to fit. But I digress.
I’ve spent the last several weeks creating a video, music, and photo montage in tribute to DeeDee, and that’s been demanding the lion’s share of my “spare” time.
I’m quite the advocate (Wine Advocate … get it?) of cooler temperatures for red wines than what we’re used to. We Americans tend to think that “room temperature” equals “warm.” Kind of how many Americans tend to think that “Chihuahua” equals “cute.”
So along I come with MirePoix Vegas, another one. Am I out of my mind? Probably. No new news there. Not that it ever mattered anyway.
I’m a Paso Robles Zinfandel fan, and I grabbed some popcorn as I prepared gleefully for the carnage. Paso Zins were going to kick some serious Napa butt, right? But as I read through the article – with horror, I might add – that was not to be. Not because Paso Zins were bad. They just weren’t invited to the party.
MirePoix Vegas is a blog about food. Whether I’m talking about an ethereal meal of caviar and truffles (ha! like that ever happens!), a really great restaurant experience, a new recipe, a new Food Network program, or just sharing how well organic beef hot dogs pair with a five dollar bottle of red (pretty damn good, by the way), it’s going to be about all aspects of the food experience.