technolope, and capital_l came over last night, since we all collectively wanted to get together, but couldn’t muster the energy to make any sort of plan more complex than “we go there” or “they come here.”
On a whim, I had bought a pound of high-grade tuna that day, which we crusted with salt and pepper, seared, and sliced thin to share. technolope turned a bag of lettuce, a bunch of sun dried tomatoes, and a bunch of cilantro into a damn fine salad. Discussion ensued as to whether it was possible to have “too much” cilantro in a salad. It was decided that since a salad consisting entirely of cilantro would still be damn tasty, “too much” was not a major worry. We stretched the meal out with rice.
On a further whim I declared it time to dust off some bottle on the bottom shelf of the wine rack. I honestly had no idea any more what was down there, since we rarely drink wine at home and I know very little about the various appelations. The bottom shelf is allowed to sit quietly and age, basically forever, unless I take an active step to crack one of those mysterious bottles.
Turned out that we had a 1998 Chateau Latour Pomerol, which technolope declared to be at the “peak” of drinkability at 10 years old, because of some combination of region, style, age, and so on. Everyone agreed that it was a pretty darn good bottle, and it led to a mellow and wide ranging conversation late into the evening.
Life is good.
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