Wow. Wine Giques HQ has been a little deserted for a few weeks, and we apologize --both Suenarita and I have been super busy with our day jobs (mine involving tight ends in 3D, hers involving ways to help wineries sell more wine). All the furor hasn't left much time for our favorite hobby (drinking wine) or our second favorite hobby (writing about drinking wine), although we have both spent a great deal of time thinking about doing both, as well as thinking about our third favorite hobby (boys, and how good they look when they're we're drinking wine).
However, I'm happy to say that all is not lost, and to add that, despite the hiatus, my efforts to turn my life in LA into a moveable feast are progressing nicely, with the help of social media. (For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, this blog you're reading is a form of social media.) The story goes like this:
The phone rings. It's Jeffy. "What are you doing tonight?" "I dunno," I say, "What are you doing?" "I dunno," he replies. "Hmmm ..." I say, "I'm going to cook." "Great," he says, "See you at 7."
Half an hour later, a text message arrives. It's Jeffy. "What are you making?" he asks. "Hmm ..." I say, "I'm gonna make that awesome savory bread pudding with dandelion greens, bacon and goat cheese that I made that time, you remember?" "Awesome," he says, "I'm bringing the salad." (Jeffy's salads are architectural wonders, but that's another post.)
So, savory bread pudding, arugula salad, lemon sorbet for dessert. What were we missing? Oh, yes, that's right. The WINE.
"Making a fabulous savory bread pudding," I Tweet. (For those of you who don't know what that means, follow me. Here's the link.) "Hope someone's bringing a nice Zinfandel." Immediate response from my friend Marissa, via Facebook Mobile. "Sounds delicious!"
"Come and have some!" I respond, writing on her Wall. "Really?" she writes on my Wall. "Rea ...," I start to write on her Wall, and then I just pick up the damn phone and call her. Yeah, sometimes this social media thing goes too far.
Jeffy arrives with his darling friend Victor and the building blocks for his salad. Marissa arrives, and, hey presto, she's got the wine. And it's divine. Joel Gott 2006 Zinfandel, Russian River: tart, fruity, silky on the tongue, spicy in the finish. Called "the poor man's Turley," by some, and worth every penny of its $20 price, and more.
I drag my daughter off her MacBook (IM'ing her friends while watching an episode of Gossip Girl on iTunes), and we settle in, reveling in the comforts of a dish made almost entirely of warm bread with butter, cheese and bacon (how can you resist that? Even the dog tried to grab a chair at the dining table), offset by the wine, and the frisky bite of Jeffy's architectural arugula. Dinner by digital media, made real by the fact that my Facebook friends are well, really my friends. With good taste in wine. Bon appetit.