In keeping with my New Year’s resolution I have been drinking more wine and writing down my experiences. Last week on my semi-monthly wine stock up one of the bottles of wine I bought was a Sicilian white wine from MandraRossa, Fiano, 2009. It had 13.5% alcohol content. The Fiano grape is an Italian grape that produces very little juice and small yields.
To go with the wine I fixed a salad and chicken breasts, sautéed in garlic olive oil and onions. The wine was a bright yellow color, almost the color of straw. It was dry, not as dry as a Sauvignon Blanc, acidic with a hint of a citrus taste, and had a full finish. To me there wasn’t much taste, in fact I thought it was kind of bland, but Mitch liked it more and drank most of the bottle by himself.
It went well with the chicken, not overpowering the dish. But I could probably have had a Sauvignon Blanc or a Pinot Grigio and it would have gone with the chicken just as well and I would have been happier.
Oh well, at least I can say I gave it a chance and I can move on to another bottle.
I am never going to lose any weight. No matter how hard I try to start the day with the best intentions, something always sabotages me. Alright it’s me, I’m the saboteur, I admit it. I’m just weak. This morning I took a couple of chicken breasts out of the freezer and put them in the refrigerator so Mitch could take them out to thaw when he got home from work. I even texted him to ask that he set them out on the counter. Well guess what? He forgot. In his haste to get home, let the dogs out and go get a haircut, he forgot to set the chicken out.
When I got home and saw the chicken still in fridge hard as bricks, I knew I was doomed again. I think he secretly planned to forget so he could have frozen pizza instead. The pizza is a DiGiorgno rising crust supreme (that means extra fat) with lots of pepperoni, a few olives and a sprinkling of chopped bell peppers. I always pick off the pepperoni and add bell peppers to my slice in order to justify eating it. It’s good in a pinch, even though I prefer the thin crust pizzas, these are Mitch’s favorite frozen pizzas. That’s good I can blame him for the two pounds I will probably gain tonight.
Our normal pairings with the pizza is a beer for Mitch and I usually drink one of the lighter, sweeter wines we have. Tonight I thought I would open one of the bottles of Missouri wines we bought last fall from a vineyard down in Southern Missouri called Meramac Vineyards. It was called New World Wine, a white wine made from the Niagara grape. It was the color of straw, very golden and smelled like an overripe bloom, maybe an orchid, almost sickenly sweet. It even tasted flowery sweet. The wine tasted much better last fall when I was a little drunk. It was one of last wines I tasted in a whole slew of wines. This is a wine that I shouldn’t have purchased and wouldn’t have if I hadn’t overindulged on the wines and on an empty stomach to boot.
It’s a good thing I only bought one bottle this time; usually I can’t be trusted after tasting a bunch of wines. Oh well better luck tomorrow.