In between there will be roaming the California coast from Santa Barbara to Solvang, Paso Robles to Monterey. My cameras and notepads are at the ready, and I’m jonesing for adventure.
At MirePoix Vegas, I’ve talked about everything from the annoying “Chairman” on Iron Chef America – one of my favorite programs, by the way – to recipes using frog fallopian tubes and bat nuts.
So I’m in search of another place to rent. Something as insignificant as not having a roof over my head won’t deter me from visiting Paso! Unless, of course, it rains a lot and I’ve done my hair.
The Wineaux Guy™ has an amazing palate, although he’s very reticent about talking about it. He actually talked his way through the tastings and because he was so right on, I really didn’t have any reason to alter our assessments. He’s really good!
I encourage all Paso Robles fans to check out the videos. Oh hell, check them out even if you’re not a Paso Robles fan! They’re fun, well done, and surprisingly educational.
Of course, it was 100°F in Vegas, so I guess summer is in the eye of the beholder. Not quite Surface of the Sun temps, but not too far off.
As many of you know, I 86′d George Clooney a couple of months ago in favor of new hotness, Eduardo Verástegui, who brought out my inner Dirty Old Lady. In which I revel.
When we went to the Olive Festival a couple of weeks ago in Paso Robles after too long an absence, I realized just how very much I love that town and how much I had missed it.
We met several of the Olive Oil producers, and learned how to do an Olive Oil tasting. It’s noisy and sounds pretty disgusting, but boy oh boy! While I’ve always loved Olive Oil, until I learned exactly *why* I love it through proper tasting, I realized that I had been missing out on the full pleasure of the oil.
However, Kimberly’s focus on “Pin the Tail on the Bottle”; that is, bring a bottle that’s out of the ordinary, really humbled us. I made lots of grand pronouncements about aroma, palate, and finish, and largely bombed out. Even on the wine that I brought! Oh well.
I’ve been meaning to catch up on posts, but I’ve spent the last two weeks watching the Olympics and gaining weight. Doesn’t seem right, does it? Shouldn’t athletic performances be transferable through TV and result in fitness, despite the popcorn? Apparently not.
As the folks who attended the SCOW could tell you, there are distinct differences in the salts that they tasted, and are as different from everyday processed table salt as I am from, say, Lady Gaga.