05 Aug 2016 7 Comments
in On the Road, Recipes Tags: aperitifs, Edith Piaf, France, La Vie En Rose, Paris, rosé, Saint-Genis-Pouilly, spritz, wine
In France these days, nobody is drinking red wine. I brought a nice Cotes du Rhone to the home of friends in Paris; they thanked me, tucked it away, and brought out the rosé.
“It is hot,” friend Sebastien offered by way of an explanation, “We are not drinking red wine.” More
30 Aug 2011 8 Comments
in Observations, Starlets, Yoga Students & Quinoa (stories) Tags: barbecue, BBQ, Beach Boys, Ecclesiastes, figs, pink wine, proseco, rib eye, rosé, summer
Culinarily speaking, summertime is a feminine season. Sure, the dudes are out by the grill — sucking beer, flipping burgers and talking pre-season football. But it is the salads, the lightly seared skinless chicken breast pailliards, the peaches and the pink wines that prevail.
Pink wine and figs
I sit here drinking my pink wine and looking at a bowl of figs, feeling emasculated. By late August, I’m wondering where is the cold weather and a long-braised leg of some animal? More
skinny girls & mayonnaise 