Monthly Archives: June 2016

Good save on Father’s Day

Even though i get treated like royalty and pampered on Father’s Day it is still my responsibility to provide sweet Bacchus’ beverages to go with the food and the overall experience.

So when i pulled out a bottle of bubbly cava my daughter M asked if i was sabering.  Sabrage seemed like a good idea – because it’s fun, it’s cool, and what could possibly go wrong combining alcohol and a large chef’s knife?  So despite the bottle shape not being ideal for sabering i made up my mind faster than my wife could ask “do you need me to bring you the large knife?”

While it didn’t quite go as planned [photo evidence below] – almost no cava was spilled and the glass did stay primarily in 3 large chunks [yes, it should be two].

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My favourite all-time party trick to impress my favourite daughter who is of drinking age. I know – it looks dangerous. This time i wish i could say that it only looks dangerous.

So while things didn’t quite go as planned i did save face by offering an evening red wine that prompted “ooohs” and “aaahs” from everyone.

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My favourite American wine for my favourite American wife. It’s dangerous too – dangerously tasty!

 

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Euro 2016 – a guide for the unsportsing

Just in case you’re not a sportsing person, here’s both your sportsing and french lesson for the day.

France is hosting the 2016 European Championships of football [or soccer as we call it on this side of the pond]. The event is commonly referred to as Euro 2016, and since France is hosting it i thought it appropriate to nab a couple of “bière française” – 1664 and 1664 blanc.  Or as i like to call them, les “seize, soixante-quatre”.  The French national is team is referred to as “Les Bleus”, and the “coq gaulois” is their symbol.  “Alles les bleus” i say, and “merci pour la bière”.

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Yeah, i don’t know how i got a red jersey of les bleus either. It’s as confusing as anything the French say.