Last Friday night, Blacko (husband) ventured forth with a dozen or so mates over to a mutual friend’s home for what was auspiciously called, ‘An Evening of Wine Tasting’. To help fortify their stomachs, everyone was asked to not only bring a bottle of wine but also bring a dish. This is where Blacko leaned on me at late notice to push a dessert into his hands. And if you’re a regular visitor you would know that I handed him a black forest cake.
All the bottles of wine were either decanted or wrapped in foil so you had no idea of what you were drinking and you had to give each wine a rating. I have to say that none of the wines were what you might find in a bargain bin; all of them were worth more than what we would normally spend on a bottle of wine and some had even been lovingly cellared for a number of years.
Moving on from the wine, the first food item was a cheese platter. It certainly looks like there was a bit of something for everyone on that plate and as every Frenchman will tell you, wine and cheese are perfectly partnered.
The next food item is a sad and sorry tale. Unfortunately, days ahead of the event, the guest had talked up his dish that was Peking Duck. Everyone was salivating just at the idea of it. Well, for some reason, this guest decided to make his pancakes on the spot (nothing wrong with that), except that he chose to make them with spelt flour. Everyone in Peking (Beijing) would have been horrified.
Anyway, he was widely condemned for his offering and sent to one corner of the room.
Another guest had slow-roasted a shoulder of lamb for five hours and as it fell from the bone with a caper and mint gravy poured over it, it melted in the mouth and this guest was loudly praised.
And the wine kept flowing and everyone had to keep rating their thoughts on each bottle and then it came time for dessert. You will be pleased to know that Hotly Spiced wasn’t put in the corner beside Mr Peking Duck! We were basking in the same glory as Mr Slow-Roasted Lamb. Phew!
For some reason they decided to end the tasting with a drop of whiskey. I happens to be Blacko’s most favourite whiskey as it has a smokey flavour to it. It was this whiskey that was the undoing of Blacko and along with his late arrival home and the fact that he had to work all the next day, made him the Walking Dead at Lorraine’s Halloween Party. Quite appropriate though seeing he went as Elvis.
And about those wines. Without trying to sound too ungrateful, can you believe Blacko’s least favourite wine was the Grange!
This wine tasting gave a bunch of guys a terrific opportunity to get together and spend time with one another which happens far too infrequently. Bring on the next event!
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