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wine: rose

year: 2015

it’s been a long time. isn’t that ridiculous? i keep lying about getting back to this and then i don’t. ridiculous. what’s kept me so long?

parenting. parenting and partnering. and if you don’t know, though both can be mutually exclusive, they are quite similar, in that while they can both be equally fulfilling, they are equally frustrating and exhausting. case in point, my slumbering toddler just rolled herself off her bed mattress on the floor beside my mattress on the floor and is intermittently crying. she does not sleep well, ergo, i do not sleep well. it’s a thing that happens here and frankly, saps my strength and desire to keep up with my many, many exploits.

but it has not stopped me from what appears to be a mom right of passage, which is enjoying wine in all it’s heady, expensive glory. so yes, the good news is, motherhood has in no way dampened my love affair with the delicate grape. it has change my capacity, however, which means where i used to down a bottle i’m now good for about a glass or two at most. though this isn’t always a negative thing. frankly, you’re more likely to take the time to enjoy what you’re sipping when you know there isn’t going to be much of it, and for the last few months i have definitely been enjoying the hell out of some fine wines.

i won’t bore you with the details, but my family recently moved from the hustle and bustle of downtown (ish) toronto to a sleepy small town an hour east – it literally feels like walking into a stephen king book, which shouldn’t surprise you seeing as part of the new adaptation of his classic horror ‘it’ was filmed down the street from our house. at first, this was pretty exciting news for me. but the reality was, it caused a lot of anxiety for me, and i didn’t want to go through the area because… i dunno… i didn’t like it. our little quiet haven was the center of attention for a week – the week we moved in no less – and it was awful.

regardless. that’s over and done with and our quiet and tired little town is back to it’s sleepy state and i can walk down the street without fear of bumping into some extra or set worker who’s going to yell at me for no reason.

i took a rare solo walk down the street this afternoon to puck up a take out pizza and grab a bottle of wine. i don’t know how it’s been for you all but here it’s been crazy hot, and though i should be used to it by now, the sweltering temperatures have got me beat. we still have so much to figure out and put away, we’re walking through mazes of boxes and stuff it’s a freaking disaster area in our house. every now and then – now and then being the operative word but if we’re being honest it’s more like every night or at least every other – a nice, chilled glass of white or rose are a perfect counter balance to a day full of unpacking, sorting, storing and tossing.

last year we went to alberta to visit my brother and his family and while there we spent a night in banff, just for the hell of it. the other half wanted to snowboard and i wanted to not snowboard so he went and i spent the day with my mom and the little person. but that night we hit up a well known and well respected steak joint. we both like a good steak. i asked the waiter for the rose, and darn if he didn’t respond with. “it’s not like ernst and julio galo”.

DUDE. i may have a toddler but don’t you dare think this is my first time at the rodeo. annoyed to say the least. YEAH. I GET IT. I LIKE MY ROSE DRY. fucker. i’ll never forget that insult as long as i live. cut to today, i’ve got a bottle of gato negro and this beautiful pink in hand and the cashier asks if i have id. ME? REALLY? I DON’T KNOW, BUT IF I DO YOU CAN HAVE IT. HAVE ALL OF IT.

what is it about my asking for rose that makes me seem like a youngun’? not that i’m complaining about being carded, because obviously please, card me. make me feel young! this toddler is ageing me faster than the presidency of the united states. *ba-dum ching!*

so i paired a french bandol with a cheap ass extra large sausage mushroom and green pepper pizza and you know what? that worked. anything would have probably worked but the back of the bottle said something about cheese and i thought, pizza has cheese so that has to count for something.

i don’t like sweet wines. sweet wines, like rioja, gerwurztraminer and moscato give me a headache. bubbly gives me a headache too, which is disappointing because i used to love a good flute of sparkling. i still love mimosas… with pineapple juice? best friends for life.

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i’m so in love with a dry rose that i will do my absolute best to consume an entire bottle TO MYSELF in a single sitting. which is what i seem to have done tonight. that is basically the result of my two and a half year old now refusing to nap (and me being to exhausted to fight her for hours) and finally allowing me to put her to sleep around 8, 830, maybe even 9. mostly she’s asleep by 10, 11 and i have no life. usually i’m the only one that can get her to sleep too, so… that’s a bit of a stressful thing. we’re really working on her though, but it’s tough. this would be why mother’s – good and bad – need so much wine. it’s like mom energy. mom-ergy! or something. i’m tired.

what i’d like to do now is give you the legs on that wine, or explain what it tastes and smells like, but to be honest, i’m sitting here with my head propped against the wall and typing in the dark. does this sentence make dollars and sense? gee, i hope so, though i had to open my eyes to make sure i’d spelled ‘gee’ right. though we try our hardest to enjoy different types of wine, mostly from ontario now (especially since our visit and wine tour of some of prince edward county’s best and brightest – a story for another time), i don’t get much time to actually savor them, since i’m usually either in the middle of cooking or trying to wrangle a child and three cats and a husband who acts like a child. i know i’m not alone in that boat.

that nonsense aside, for a “summer sipper”, as billed by the lcbo, this pretty french label is definitely worth the money you’ll spend on it, especially if you aren’t into sweet to the point of cavity wines. it won’t replace a pink moscato (bankrock station does a nice pink moscato if that’s what you’re into, and pele island has a sparkling rose called lola that has a gorgeous label but i’m not willing to splurge on it because of my aforementioned love-hate relationship with bubbly). an all together pleasing bottle of wine.

as much as i’d like to sit here and dish some more about the amazingness of this wine, i do have to reposition my daughter on her bed and then follow suit as i’m tired af. it’s good to be back, and i hope i can keep the gaps fewer and farther between this time..

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and we’re back (bitches)

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wine: rose

year: ????

first of all, i just ate two doughnuts. did i need to eat two doughnuts? obviously, no. i did not. but when there are doughnuts in the house, they should be eaten because 1) doughnuts and 2) doughnuts. loblaw’s may not be on your list of locations to pick up the best gourmet doughnuts in toronto, but they’re really stepping up their game. salty, spicy, chocolaty goodness. i wish i had another one right now. granted, i’d probably regret three doughnuts because, alas, though i love him i could never be homer. two was more than i needed.  Read the rest of this entry »

date night

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It’s been an extremely long time since I’ve been able to enjoy a glass, let alone a bottle (and when I say bottle I mean two glasses) of wine with the boy, or with anyone for that matter… Frankly I didn’t think I had it in me.

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don’t stop me now

 

queen – 1979

the other day it really hit me (rather depressingly) that this man does not saunter the earth any more, gracing us with his spandex-ed, epic moustache owning, singularly amazing presence, and that he didn’t pass that talent on. (unless he did, and i / the rest of the world know nothing of it?) what a f*cking shame.

i didn’t know this (and, honestly, correct me if i’m wrong) but apparently the idea behind queen was experimental – let’s slap a bunch of classically trained opera performers together and see what they can do with rock & roll. if it’s true, then “duh, isn’t it obvious?” if it’s not true, i feel like it should be. (i’m going to take it at face value and not do any research. i’m a rebel!) bohemian rhapsody is one of my all-time favourite songs (and yes, i picture wayne and garth rocking out in the hugo) and it is completely operatic and dramatic.

my two cents? today’s performers can’t hold a candle to this. sure, they’re getting girls to puke paint onto canvas, slutting up midgets and shitting on each other on stage (not literally, verbally), but i don’t think today’s music even remotely holds the kind of legendary je ne sais quois that keeps queen songs on every dj’s list of requests. what was that last song gaga put out? you forgot already? of course you did. but bicycle race? everyone in the bar knows that one.

 

 

i’m not in love

 

10cc – 1975

this song comes out of nowhere and plays on a loop in my head.

also, this is new…

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food comas

valentine roses | whanandcheez

clearly, that is not a photo of food, and, unless you’re my asshole cat, you should never consider a multicoloured bouquet of roses any kind of meal substitute. i digress.

so it’s valentine’s day… or at least it was valentine’s day yesterday and these pretty petals were part of my present. (alliteration. you must love it.) they double as a diy project – we’re going to dry them and them into a garland a la some pinterest post i saw. i’m really fond of the yellow and peach ones – they’re so full, i hope they dry well.

unlike so many other people, we kind of winged this “special day.” reservation? who the hell needs one of those? whatever. one restaurant? fuck that. let’s bar hop. but substitute “restaurant” for “bar” and you’ve got yourself a good time. and my latest favourite thing.

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the things we do for love

 

10cc – 1977

this song resonates. i got the hook playing over and over in my head while i’m becoming better acquainted with the porcelain throne first thing in the morning.

i did what to that turkey?

dinner party turkey | whan and cheez

let it be known that while i might not be a kitchen genius, i can follow a recipe like it’s nobody’s business.

that being said… handling raw turkeys is really, really gross. just thinking back to it… ugh. the extremities move when you flip it around. it’s like handling some kind of odd, not cute baby that’s missing its head. (aside: the package said, “may be missing pieces” and i was like… DUH)

we had some friends over last night and i decided, for some reason, i would be brave and roast a turkey. why? who knows? (why is grass green? why does my cats breath smell like death?) i made someone else handle the last one. i’m surprised i was able to suppress my gag reflex for so long…

“lather the cavity with lemon juice, then rub with a generous amount of salt.” first of all, how the hell do you lather with lemon juice? secondly, where the hell am i supposed to stick my hand? how have people been doing this for so long and maintaining their dignity? i guess as long as no one is watching in your most shameful moments…

this guy came sans one wing (yes, the package was accurate in its assumption), so i decided to nickname him tiny tim. can’t you imagine him, hobbling around the turkey corral on his little crutch. that really brought out the christmas spirit in everyone.

after violating this poor thing, seductively smearing it with as much butter as i could possibly manage, exfoliating it with salt and drenching it in olive oil, i popped it in my tiny (tim-sized!) oven, and bob’s your uncle – several hours later we were blessed with a delicious feast fit for a very small municipality.

what i’m saying is… the turkey was edible. isn’t that enough?

into the night

 

benny mardones – 1980

yesterday morning (or was it the morning before? i can’t remember… i suppose that’s inconsequential…) i woke up with this song playing over and over in my head, and a desperate need to listen to it. so… i hope it gets stuck in your head too! merry christmas?

dreams

 

fleetwood mac – 1977

so much has been going on in the last few weeks and months… let alone the fact that november has finally morphed into december, christmas is around the corner, baby, it’s cold outside, and we’re edging ever closer to what will be the most important day of my life to date.

the first lines of this song, written by stevie nicks (in about 10 minutes, if you read the interview in the “about” section of the youtube video posted), resonate with me deeply. i’ve been playing it over and over. actually, it makes me cry a little every time. that’s what a great song is supposed to do, right? stick around for generations and elicit some kind of emotion? i’m not sure if that was her intention – the tears.

qui suis-je pour vous tenir bas…