It's quite extraordinary what some people will do to impress their friends at dinner parties. Last night our fine hosts opened some quite spectacular wines (and made us blind taste them to prove how useless we all are at identifying them) to go with our delicious Desperate Dan sized plates of rare beef. One in particular, a 1982 St. Julien, is probably too posh to even consider gracing the pages of my fledgling
wine blog.
Headteach regaled us with hilarious accounts of terrorizing bizarrely named French school children.
Orangepeel had us entranced with his poet laureatian ability to rhyme the word Chianti.
One guest brought a gourd...
An enigmatic curiousity* picked up at Borough Market
*I am, of course, referring to the peculiarly shaped specimen of the
Cucurbitaceae family. The enigmatic curiousity holiding it came from Yorkshire.
*I am, of course, referring to the peculiarly shaped specimen of the Cucurbitaceae family. The enigmatic curiousity holiding it came from Yorkshire.
