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Stag's Leap, Napa, 2010 Chardonnay, 14.1%
De La Montanaya, Russian River, 2010, Primativo, Calandrelli Vineyard, 16.1%
Colosi, Sicilia, 2010 Nero D'Avola, 14%
Jura, 16 year old, 40%, finito
Hi Ski and Rain Man!
Do you miss us? We spit on Sint Maarten now that we are ensconced in Luxury, Sheer Luxury at the Dallas Deluxe! Put that in your blog and smoke it, Yoga Guru/Kayak Woman! Furthermore, I trust your speech patterns have returned to normalage and that Rain Man is strutting around campus like a fop/dandy in his new wardrobe, purloined from his unsuspecting, trusting guest!
Spent a fascinating afternoon, after Randall collected us from DFW. Dropped our luggage back home and then to a bookstore to buy Cormac McCarthy's Suttree, ([Of No Country for Old Men fame, in case you are not familiar with his oeuvre], my Book Club's latest selezzione), and then to Jimmy's Food Store, a remarkable Italian deli, and more, much more, not far from their place, where Gander enjoyed a 6" Italian Stallion, (Mortadella, Capicola, Sopressata, Pepperoni, Provolone, Porketta, Coppa, Mozzarella, Prosciutto, topped with a hot red pepper/pesto sauce), Coramandel a huge and delicious Caprese Salad with a side order of two meatballs, while I opted for Prosciutto Panino, 6” Bun with Prosciutto, Fresh Mozzarella, Tomato, Olive Oil and Basil, all washed down with a bottle of Morgante, Sicilia, 2010 Nero D'Avola, 14.5%. Gander Man was more than impressed with this varietal so I picked up another bottle, along with a Colosi, Sicilia, 2010 Nero D'Avola, 14%, so that Ruth could be introduced to this full-bodied red.
The store had a simply stunning meat/cheese counter, along with fresh and frozen pasta of all kinds. Aisles of imported Italian foodstuffs, canned, bottled and dried. They make their own sausages and we counted at least twelve people working behind the deli counters, grinding meat, cutting/slicing/stirring and the like. I think they stock wine from every major region in Italy so the array is rather overwhelming, to say the least. The fact that you can buy what you'd like to have with your meal and consume it there without any corkage fee makes it even more civilized, of course.
Pleased as punch and nicely buzzed, we took the short ride downtown to The Sixth Floor Museum at Dealey Plaza, (jfk.org), which "chronicles the assassination and legacy of President John F. Kennedy; interprets the Dealey Plaza National Historic Landmark District and the John F. Kennedy Memorial Plaza; and presents contemporary culture within the context of presidential history." We had visited the museum before we left for St Martin but it was so busy we decided to try again upon our return. Very pleased we did so as it is well worth seeing the site which set off such an incredible series of events in both US and world history. I could have spent even more time scrutinizing the well presented, (but not overwhelmong), exhibits but Coriandre and Gander have much shorter attention spans so around 4:30pm we made for The Montane, the apartmento building where we reside on the 6th floor, taking, not the Service Elevator, but the Private Residential Car, (not unending steps to the Fourth Floor of the AUC dorm), to our own lobby leading into the opulent eyrie in the sky, overlooking downtown Dallas, to be greeted by two of the most adorable rescue pooches one has ever encountered, Cassie and Mad Max, who proceeded to love us to death.
Gander put a chicken on to roast, surrounded by kartofellage, carrotin, oniones and zucchini which CoraLeeta had readied while I repaired to or bedroom to read Suttree. After but a page, I dropped off, tired from the early start, (up at 3:40am to be ready to leave hotel by 4:15am for taxi ride to airport), and enjoyed almost an hour and a half of power nappage! Wonderfully refreshed I showered and joined the others. Ruth was home from work by then and she offered up a Stag's Leap, Napa, 2010 Chardonnay, 14.1%, (from one of the two wine fridges), and we toasted our safe arrival in Dallas and desperate escape from shaking it rough, (doing hard time), at the AUC maximum security compound.
Dinner was served as soon as Gander Man carved his poifectly roasted boid and Ruthless had steamed green beans with garlic, savouring a De La Montanaya, Russian River, 2010, Primativo, Calandrelli Vineyard, 16.1% and the Colosi to compare the two varietals, the New World vs the Old World. The latter wasn't quite as rich as the Morgante but I still enjoyed its inky viscosity. Rest of gang were more impressed with the Primitivo. Finished delicious meal with a dessert of bars of orange and milk chocolate and some nippage of Jura, 16 year old, 40%, to help our bidding! We played a number of hands of bridge, refreshing Ruthless and Gandroid on bidding conventions since they've not played much since we first introduced them to the game over 25 years ago now. To sidestep potential marital discord, I played with Ruth and Cora Lee partnered with Randall. Lots of fun so a most pleasant way to end a full and activity packed day.
Off to the Museum of Modern Art and The Kimball Art Museum, both in Fort Worth, about 45 minutes away. Temperature is 65F so Cora Lee will be wearing her wooly socks! Fondestos and Cheers, Patrizzio!
Pics: Jimmy's; rooftop sculpture passed leaving downtown Dallas; Chicken Man at work!
PS: Not sure if I forwarded VIFF newsletter or not. See Rebelle!
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