Well, a quiet Thursday. Too quiet as the Peanut and Sue went out to the beach to visit her brother Herb. He’s down here at the family time-share for the week. We went as a family last weekend and as I was occupied by ye olde Happy Hour tonight, the girls went westward.
So, Sam brought some wine tonight. HH turned into a real feast and what a treat. First was the Tapiz Malbec from Argentina. I’ve had this before and this bottle was tremendous. Deep cherry and black fruit flavors with some toast and a small bit of vanilla. I have to keep in my mind how good Argentinian wines are. Some of the best stuff I’ve had, actually, in a long time.
Then Sam pulled out the stops and brought a bottle of homemade from a friend of his in Michigan. A Chancellor, which I’ve never had before–and hadn’t really heard of until tonight. This was really something and while at first, there was a bit of a tang on the aftertaste, it got better with a little more oxygen and then the strawberry, vanilla and even some cinammon seeped through. I was really taken with this bottle.
So, there was the wine, there was the fresh bread from Sam’s bakery that he and his wife just sold back in South Bend, IN and there was the cheese. There was Chris’s marinated chicken breast, grilled to perfection, the tortilla and sour cream casserole, the warm, fresh cookies out of the oven. There was talk, good discussion–some politics, some Theology, some jokes–a good round conversation with good honest agreement and disagreement.
Grandma got to stay another night on account of her travel plans changing which makes Peanut very happy. The night has dusked down cold and dark, and it appears the wind is dying down. In the scheme of things–a good, kind and quiet night–which I sorely needed and for which I am very grateful…