and we’re back (bitches)

by think_likeafox


cq5dam.web.1280.1280 brandcrazy tropez (provence, france)

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. 

though they went surprisingly well with tonight’s simple wine selection, and our foray back into the blogging about wine field. i type this with my eyes closed because this evenings meal was so satisfyingly perfect i might pass out mid blog post. could you blame me?

summer for me is the perfect time to indulge in rose wine. the blush hue is like a sunset. it should be perfect year round.

aside: we were in calgary earlier this year and i asked for the one rose on the menu at a very well respected, very expensive steak restaurant. not only was i disappointed in the steak (yes, we can and have done better in our backyard) but the waiter had the audacity to say, “it’s not like gallo” when i asked. bitch, gallo or not just bring me the damn wine, i’m paying for it aren’t i? also, i know that shit ain’t gallo, i wasn’t born basic. 

now, back to our regularly scheduled program.

the past year and a half has gone by in a complete blur. raising a little person (and truly, in turn, a family) and keeping a house and working is an incredible new experience that has taken a lot out of me, more than i’d care to admit, but clearly there is much less time to devote to my writing – in all shapes and forms. and only recently, now that she walks and (almost) talks and can fend for herself (within limited reason) we have been able to start enjoying more of the “finer” things life has to offer. case in point, we’ve gotten back to wine, and oh, how i’ve missed her.

there may have been a time when i drank to get drunk but all that’s in the past. since i can only handle a glass or two before i start to fall asleep where i sit / stand, i’ve had to limit my varietal adventures. but again, another beautiful summer is upon us and the liquor store knows what us sheep want to see (so they push the rose) and i try all the labels they put on the shelf.

this post has been a long time coming, since i’ve been through a handful of wines in the last few months that are all well worth the chat. not just my favourite henry of pelham brands, but other’s, like the one i dragged back from calgary for one of my best friend’s (a birthday gift) or the handful of other pinks that have come before this particular bottle.

what spurred me into action? this wine is just perfect. pairs well and sips well alone.

i say: it’s velvety and smooth, and the only fruit i can gather is melon. listen, motherhood may have taught me (some) patience, and how to love unconditionally, but it did nothing for my nose, pallet, or creativity. i still look for a wine i’m going to enjoy today and tomorrow, and i’m still fully swayed by how pretty the label is. and crazy tropez has a crazy fun label. i can’t even rip it off and save it in my wine journal. frustration! the struggle is real.

he says: it’s not bitter or sweet. it’s the perfect clash between [red and white]. fruity like a white, but not sweet. has that unique, grape taste but not overpowering.

(i’ll teach him how to speak more wine. it’s on my list)

they say: 50% cinsault, 35% grenache,15% syrah.

Pale pink dress, with a rich and powerful nose combining strawberry and raspberry and a hint of spice. Ample and smooth on the palate, a good acidity that intensifies the domination of wild red fruits (blackcurrant, blackberry, cranberry) combined with a menthol finale.

obviously, now that i’ve read the description yes, i notice the current and cranberry, how could i not? they’re sitting there in the after taste like beacons. he thought they knew what they were talking about, and had perfected this grape over years of practice and experimentation. i was confidant they were a new brand – there’s not date on the bottle. if you’re not dating, you’re serving me something in pull-ups. not that there’s anything wrong with a new wine (beaujolais nouveau is more than popular, it has a japanese cult following), but fads come and go. though, this is one fad i’d love to stick around for awhile.

i can testify to the fact this wine pairs well with grilled meats. he came across a french rib pork chop marinated in espresso and black pepper and holy dinosaur shit we were both blown away from the first bite to the last. the cut and quality of meat itself was impressive – tender and juicy -` but the flavour was so far unparalleled. beautifully rich and complex.

one may think doughnuts and wine before bed are a horrible combination but if there’s one thing i’ve learned since becoming a parent it’s that nothing, no matter the time of day or amount of coffee and sugar coursing through your veins, is going to keep you from falling asleep. when they babe’s away (passed out) mom and dad will play (sleep like they’ve never slept before).

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