Seeing as we’re deep into the dead of winter and we wish it were spring time brings me to another story. When I was a younger lad much the same age as in “Across the River”, winter time was pretty cool as we got to play in the snow which was at least four feet deep by the middle of most February’s way back when.
Well, you remember I told you in an earlier post that I thought demolition derby was cool – it didn’t stop with candy apple red Farm-All tractors, oh no, it continues with snow sleds. You know, the old type snow sleds that were made of wood and metal runners, made to last and wouldn’t break upon impact with anything. What I forgot to do was read the fine print in the sled manual for proper care of your sled, although the sled was pretty old and the Red Flyer paint was faded and it was ailing in that the wood was beginning to splinter from so many downhill runs. What can you expect?
On a sunny cold winter day in February (yes, many years ago) my cousin (the one where we collaborated to scoff up one plate of toast which almost set off an international incident) and I and a bunch of other kids in the neighborhood decided to put some life into the sport of downhill sledding. Instead of just meandering down the hillside sledding merrily down the slope we decided it would be neat to start a new downhill sport called “Demolition Sledding”. Is this an Olympic sport? If not, it should be. Did I tell you I wore glasses since I was five years old? And that doctor’s made house calls? You know where I’m going with this don’t you?
Well, we decided to see how well demolition sleds worked. It worked fine, I guess, as the sleds came to a halt upon impact, however my cousin and I didn’t stop. You know what they say about a body in motion stays in motion or something like that. Well, here’s where the doctor comes in as the glasses I was wearing got involved in that physics stuff where an equal and opposite force does something. Well, the eyeglass lens dislodged from the frames (Roy Orbison and Buddy Holly frames I might add) and stuck centimeters (this is pretty small, right?) above my eye and although the eye is intact I have the scar to prove I was in Demolition Derby at the onset. Yes, that’s right, we were the pioneers of this new rave. Actually, I think I was banned from the sport that evening by my parents. By the way, one of the metal runners was split in two. Oh well, at least we can drink wine. Seeing as this is a winter post and we equate winter with snow and snow is white, let’s review a couple of whites. They happen to be some of my favorites.
Joseph Phelps 2003 Pastiche. Similar to a Montrachet with floral aromas, this blend of Marsanne, Roussanne, and Chardonnay grapes brought on pear and citrus flavors. More of a buttery than oaky finish but both were present which added to its complexity. A very good stand alone white wine. $12.99, 92 rating. Like I said before, that I prefer reds, but this is a really great white wine.
Chateau St Jean 2008 Sonoma County Fume Blanc. Pear, sweet citrus, and orange blossom notes on the nose lead into juicy fruits and tropical melons on the palate. Pair this with Asian stir fry. $12.99, 90 rating.
Here’s to good wine, good food, and good friends…