Friday, Dec. 3, 2010
The plan for dinner between myself and Motorhome (pictured here in the left foreground) fell apart at about 1900 hours. We went from looking at a full elk roast with all the trimmings (pattypan squash, parsnips, potatoes, and chard) to scarfing three pansworth of pan fries and ketchep instead. Motorhome supplied the wine.
Las Moras Reserve Tannat 2007 San Juan Argentina 14% "Oak aged for 16 months to tame its character".
Compared to other Argentinians this wine has heavy tannins. I always find I prefer my tannicky wine with food. We played a little palate-ball with various cheeses and M. Jackson brought a big bag of bulk cheeseys. The snack-hands so grossly displayed here belong to none other than Wendeep Oaksminder. I can only hope she washed instead of licking.
Definitely not for the faint of heart. Back to the story. Things got out of hand when Monsieur Orange tried to celebrate Britney Spears' birthday by cranking her songs on Motorhome's stereo. Orange wouldn't let the livid Motorhome (he despises Britney's music) in to Motorhome's own room to turn it off so Motorhome kicked his own bedroom door down onto Monsieur Orange.
Fast forward to sunday. Motorhome rehanged his door by the afternoon and finally got that elk roast in the oven (with all the trimmings), it looked and smelled beautifully. However when he attempted to make the gravy from the drippings in the pan the pyrex pan exploded all over the kitchen. Glass chunks and shards covered the stovetop, the floor, Motorhome, and the elk (and yes, all the trimmings). He nearly gave up cooking forever. Someday I'll tell the story of the great popcorn fiasco of '08.
-J. Floorburn
2 comments:
hate the table manners. this isn't art class circa 1989'ish
it was waay more unruly
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