The past few months have been loaded with a lot of
abrupt change in schedules, demeanors, moods, and anxiety. Thanks you
Washington Capitals for that. I really haven’t opened a bottle of wine in such
a long time. Fat bottle cheap whisky or rum has really been the elixir of
choice. Despite fielding dozens of phone calls from irate sales reps, rainy
weather, and nagging pain in my lower back, I wasn’t going to let me day off go
to waste. Menu planning was my main focus.
After too many trips to fast food joints, a respectable
meal is desperately needed. Think cheese plate with grape tomatoes, aged
cheddar, bacon jam, and toasty bread. Think our household comfort food, spanakopita.
Think slow and low red wine braised short ribs over rice with pan gravy. The kitchen
smells immaculate.
Big Fat Syrah wanted: Must be bold, brood, with a
smirking rock n’ roll attitude. Strong Legs are a must, because the job
requires heavy lifting. Experience is preferred.
Charles Smith Boom Boom Syrah, Columbia Valley,
Washington State. You are hired.
