watermelon salad, sideways, and a suprising chardonnay

It’s like a Friday night.   Now that I am back to a regular schedule, I can rely on my inner instincts during the week.  A glass of 2008 Bouchaine Chardonnay sits on the ‘60s inspired side table next to my chair, Rheagan is sleeping, and I am watching yet another high quality film.  I don’t know why I have been so obsessed with Northern California lately.  Bottleshock last week, and then a taste of Oz & James this past weekend.  Now I am watching Sideways.  I love Paul Giamatti, and I have so much more appreciation for the movie now that I know a little more about wine.  I haven’t watched it in forever, and it has dawned on me that I bought it out of trendiness, long before I met my sommelier.  Since then, I have been rightfully schooled in the winemaking process, and in the taste.

I was nervous to try the Bouchaine.  Every time I remember drinking chardonnay, it has been laden with oaks, heavy, or buttery.  I remember when I used to drink Clos Du Bois and think I was something special; although it went well with lobster, I tired of the taste.  I have avoided all chardonnay since.  I like the Bouichane, though.  It’s light and acidic.  With hints of lemon and apple, it blended well with my zesty arugula.  I do have to give the sommelier credit.  He knows I hate chardonnay, yet he brought home a clear, honey colored vintage that makes me change my mind.  I will now add this particular wine to my list of sauvignon blancs, chenin blancs, voigners, and rieslings.

Dinner was a success.  I chopped up some ripe watermelon, halved cherry tomatoes, and paired them with arugula, baby spring greens, and goat cheese.  A steak rounded out my meal.  A gleaming success, I must say. I can’t remember the last time I had steak, maybe a month.  Here in Texas, in the midst of grilling season, that time period is unthinkable. However, the wine complemented the greens and watermelon perfectly, and I just happened to stumble upon it.  Goes to show, you should always rely on your instincts.

oh how i love chevre

Today I was driving home from The Toy Zone and I heard the beginning of NPR’s Splendid Table. Lynne Rossetta was giving one of her introductions, her voice so smooth, it reminded me of a bowl of fresh whipped cream. Her guest? Anthony Bourdain, “..the author of Kitchen Confidential has just come out with another novel, In the Raw.”Are
we still talking about this? I thought.

A few hours later, I was watching a young Jonah Hill on FX, when a commercial for No Reservations came on. I guess the season premiere is coming on soon. I don’t remember this much promotion for any Bravo Show; guess the Travel Channel has something right. I have already set my DVR to record any new Bourdainisms. At this point, however, I am becoming a DVR Food Junkie. Top Chef, Top Chef Masters, Hell’s Kitchen, Kitchen Nightmares, Master Chef, and last but not least, Treme. Tonight, though, I decided to partake in a recent love, Bottleshock. Every time I watch it, I discover something different. I think it bides well with my Pinot Gris, but I wish I were drinking a Cava or Proseco. None to be had. Not even on the rack.

Rheagan went to her first birthday party today. She wore an orange dress with yellow flowers. I tried my best to put her in this vintage red summer thing, so cute and poignant. Still too big. Alas, I have resorted to all the pink dresses. I try to mash it up with fabulous jumpers, in bright green polka dot and soft purple haze. I think she had a good time. We watched the other kids, she played on the tummy time mat, and she got to swing. I found myself wondering what kind of mommy I will become. Will I be the one who walks across the room, takes away the cupcake, wipes off the frosting, and then gives the cake back to my Rhea? Or, will I be the mother who has to scrub green frosting off of her fingernails? Maybe if I know where the cupcakes are from, or if I made the cupcakes, it would make a difference? These are seriously the things I think about.

So, now I am sitting here, after making a delicious tomato, Italian sausage, and pepper fettucine with goat cheese. I had forgotten my love for the nectar of el cabrito. Even though I used a sauce base I made last week, the dish was fabulous, and reminded me of my single days. I ate a lot of pasta back then. With fungi. And chevre.

What a Saturday. I’m lucky that the sommelier decided to join his chef buddies for drinks at The Monterey. I am extremely jealous, however. The pimento cheese and prosciutto omelet I enjoyed over a month ago still lingers in my mind. Maybe the sommelier will treat me to brunch tomorrow? Hmmm….