Autumn really is a food lover’s paradise. Consider this haul from the farmers market in Guelph last Saturday. Cornucopia indeed.
It’s also the best of times for Autumnal Ale from up North. Here are two of the best
Lake of Bays 10 Point is a nice, lightly hopped IPA – I love the pine aroma and the bite on the finish.
Muskoka’s Harvest Ale has been repackaged from the original orange label [in part because people thought that it was a pumpkin ale] but the recipe remains the same.
If you hurry you may also catch a keg of Mash ‘n Pumpkins on tap at OX. Pumpkin pie in a pint glass with notes of spice and molasses – delic.
I’m sure that the category of “Nobody needs this” is larger than I can imagine – usually because I ignore stupid things. But last week I saw this in a store. Add one more thing to the list of items you will ignore in a garage sale soon.
For those of you who think “Galileo” is only a catchy phrase from a Queen classic, read this ….
“Wine is sunlight, held together by water.”
― Galileo Galilei
Clearly this man, Italian physicist, mathematician, engineer, astronomer, and philosopher, knew that there was more to life than heliocentrism.
This week I celebrated Galileo’s wise words with a delicious $12 bottle of wine from Chile. Magnifico.
Root 1 Carmenere Colchagua Carmenère
LCBO#: 350546 $12.80
This is a “two hours on the tarmac” story. Recently my family and I boarded the plane in Madrid and were kept on the ground for over 2 hours before takeoff. The reason? While loading the luggage somebody noticed that a screw was missing on a panel. Long story short, a man in Montreal [Air Canada office] took 2 hours to give permission for an EU maintenance man to put in a screw.
I have several thoughts on this – mostly because I had two hours staring at the loading dock next to me.
1. Why the heck can’t I get a glass of wine while all this is going on?
2. I had time to estimate there must be at least 14000 screws on an airplane minimum
3. There’s no way that was the only screw missing and the chance that screw was a safety hazard? Come on.
4. I asked my kids how many screws they thought were in a plane like this. “One less than there should have been” was their reply. Kids don’t care. They just sit there and watch Spiderman. Twice!
Now if by “screw” they meant “engine number 2″ then my apologies Air Canada.
Scruffy Scruffington, where were you when I needed you?
I love a conspiracy theory as much as the next guy. No, wait! I hate conspiracy theories. Usually they are made up by paranoid people who can’t come up with a simple explanation so they are certain that Big Brother is out to get them – or the Free Masons – or Hydra. I’ve read 1984 recently and I don’t believe my TV, computer, or iPhone is watching me.
But what about the LCBO? Are they watching you? You bet they are. Do you remember the last time you checked out at the LCBO and they asked you for your postal code? Did you know that everyone in Ontario on that day was being asked for their postal code? Sounds like a conspiracy to me Kathleen Wynne.
Guess what all you paranoid beer and wine buyers – they were just gathering data so that they could serve you better. True story. If people are driving 20 kms to pick up their favourite wine, whisky, or whiskey [yes, there's a difference] then the good people at the LCBO will start shipping some of your product to a closer store without you even asking. Hey ME Generation – the LCBO is looking after you. This time it is all about YOU.
So unless your name is Winston Smith, don’t freak out next time you’re asked for you postal code – it just might make your life a little easier.
There really is no effective way to come to terms with the end of a vacation.
The most one can hope for is to prolong it a little with some photos, conversations, or memories.
I think we all feel this way. Recently a columnist in the Guelph Mercury wrote about holding onto his vacation beard for at least a week after vacation. But I didn’t grow a vacation beard – it would have been far too scratchy for my wife’s comfort and far to grey for my own.
But what about a taste memory. I’ve read that taste and smell are the strongest memories.
Earlier in the summer I posted this photo of me enjoying a bière in my jardin in France.
Yesterday I found 1664 Blanc here in Canada, bought one, and then opened it up in my own kitchen [in front of my French copper pots just to add some je ne sais quoi - or terroir as the French have it]. That should help prolong my vacation.
Wherever you are there you will be. So if you be there then you should eat whatever is local.
When in the Costa del Sol in Spain nothing is more local than seafood paella with a chilled Rioja. If you’re not chilling your red wine in the summer then you need to start.
These be some photos of the paella I made Saturday night with tiny clams, Galatia mussels, calamari, and shrimp.