Sometimes, you just can’t pick a winning bottle to save your face. (And we had such high expectations for this week.) It was Susan’s last Sunday with us; our friend Roy’s, too. Josephine and Michael, Rene and Cara’s oldest friends, joined us, as well. We wanted the wines we shared to be special. We wanted them to elevate our evening to the heavens. Instead, they left us wallowing in the dirt.
Rene and Megan made dinner. This Sunday was our Home Owners’ Association general assembly and it was as fun as it sounds. Since Cara was working, I flew solo. If you’ve never sat on folding chairs in a circle on a Sunday morning talking about rules and regulations of a shared condo complex, let me tell you … you are missing out! As far as meetings to establish fair rules of comportment in public access areas go, this one was off the hook!
Oh! And the crazy lady wanted to make a rule that only residents of the complex could use the pool, meaning that guests could not! How fun is that?? Her point (and for the record, I was totally on her side) was that people buy nice homes in the Caribbean with the intention of not enjoying the amenities that come with them, i.e. pools, etc., and that common areas are meant for watchin’, and not for sharin’. Also, she wanted it made a rule that, while people can throw parties inside their own homes, their guestsmay not be outside. (Fun!) Also, nobody should be allowed to own pets. Also, that the maximum number of guests allowed per resident be zero. (Yay!) Also, THE HUMMINGBIRDS INSIDE MY HEAD TELL ME THAT CHILDREN ARE THE KEEPERS OF THE MAGIC PAN FLUTES AND IF I WANT TO GET TO CANDY TOWN I HAVE TO OPEN THEIR BELLIES AND TAKE BACK WHAT THEY STOLE FROM ME!!!
Three hours later, I was somehow elected to the board of directors of the condo association despite following up her suggestions with, “Can we vote that we should only buy indestructible pool furniture from now on, and also … how many days do we really need in the calendar? Can’t we get rid of a few? Three-hundred-and-sixty-five is an annoying number.”
On the Menu: Spinach Salad with Avocado and Blueberries, Sweet Peas with Basil, Beef Bourguignon, Honey Cake with Almonds
What can I say about dinner – it was fantastic. Bourguignon is Rene’s specialty and Honey Cake is Megan’s awesome.
The two went very well together, too, I must say. The spicy, tangy bourguignon, followed by the soft, silky honey cake, topped with whipped cream. (Megan also let me know that there is whiskey in the honey cake. Oh, honey cake … why you gotta be so good to me?)
They make a pretty good team, for a married couple.
Caia loved the peas, and who can blame her? Sweet and buttery, they were the colour of Ireland if they were a hue at all.
The wines … were the low-points of the evening.
Wine: Aragus, Red Blend, Spain, 2010, $76 MXN
Rating: One Bottle
Nothing particularly bad about this wine. Smooth and a little fruity, Josephine remarked that, “It gives your tongue a little velvety hug,” which is adorable and accurate.
On the downside, not a lot of personality and not a little innocuous. Strawberries and bell peppers come out to play, but when they see the grey skies above, they pack up their toys and go home.
Easy to drink, but overwhelmingly underwhelming.
Wine: Santo Tomás, Tempranillo Cabernet, Baja Clifornia, Mexico, 2010, $127 MXN
Rating: One Bottle
Dark red fruit.
“No espectacular,” commented Roy. We agreed. Not offensive; not exciting. So-so. Table wine. Not loving the tannins.
All descriptions of a wine that no vintner would ever hope to hear.
If you asked me upon trying this wine what I thought, I’d look up for a second, perhaps squint, hold my breath ever-so-slightly, then exhale and shrug.
Then a trumpet would go “Wah, wah …” in the background.
So, not a fantastic finish to Susan’s stay. Roy, having been with us for only two TSBs must think we enjoy buying mediocre wine.
We know the truth.
We are sad to see Susan go. She has been a welcome addition to our dinners. We wish her “safe journey,” and fondly wait for her return.
Until next week,