Happy Father’s Day, to all you dad’s out there.
Being a dad, I think, is the greatest thing I’ve ever been, and I’ve been a lot of things.
Sunday was my ideal Father’s Day – spent the morning with Caia – we walked on Fifth Avenue, got some coffee for daddy, fruta y pan for Caia, did our grocery shopping (she’s a big help in that department – she picks out the bread for Sunday dinner, daddy rewards her with a cookie from the bakery, and she recommends that daddy buys all of the other cookies, too), went home for a nap while daddy got caught up on emails and waited for his dinner guests.
Watching her in public is one of my favourite things. She is so curious, so observant, so careful and careless at the same time. Quick to laugh, quick to ire, she is a mix of Cara and I to the letter.
I don’t much go in for receiving gifts, since it makes me feel weird, but Megan made me a t-shirt with a humorous saying on it – “That’s what,” she said.
Our friend Jay joined us from Los Cabos for a couple of drinks. It was great to catch up.
I haven’t cooked in awhile, so dinner was ridiculously late, but once it was done, it was great.
On the Menu: Roast Beef and Garlic Mashed Potatoes and Mushroom Red Wine Gravy, Pan-Seared Yellow Bell Peppers
I wish I could take all the credit, but I got help on this week’s dinner. On the advice of a friend, I put the roast in a tray but on a rack so that the air could get under it. I will always do it this way again forever and eternity.
The trick is turning the oven up almost full-whack for thirty minutes, then turning it down to 170 celsius for the last hour.
Let the roast sit for ten to fifteen minutes after you take it out of the oven.
Megan and Rene brought over one of my favourite wines – 3V, by Casa Madero. We started with that one, since we knew we were going to enjoy it.
The second bottle got a sampling as well.
Wine: Atteca, Old Vines, Red Blend, Spain, 2010
Rating: Two Bottles
I liked this wine. The tart of a sour, red apple, and the sweet of blackberries. I finished this bottle last night, and I liked it as much on a second sitting. It didn’t sing to me poetry or whisper soft somethings in my ear, but it did it’s job and I would definitely buy it again.
That’s pretty much it for this week.
- Happy Father’s Day (where’s my mimosa?) (tryphoon.com)