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Volnay is one my favorite communes in the Cotes d’Or. It was one of my first favorite wines. They are silky, elegant Pinot Noirs with a depth and complexity that bely their light nature. Because of that I always pick them up when I see them at a reasonable price. I found this one a few years back and stuck it in the cellar to await the perfect evening.
Yesterday I made the Momofuko roast pork shoulder for Ramen and served it on a kale salad with carrot ribbons in a sesame oil, maple syrup & apple cider vinegar dressing. Since the whole family was home and I was unsure how long my little Volnay might last, I decided to pair the pork with my precious patient Pinot.
The best of Volnay, are the premier cru or designated single vineyard wines. (There are no Grand Cru Volnays.) This one had no such designation, but promised to be at the very least a pretty nice Pinot Noir. It was.
2007 Patriarche Pere & Fils Volnay
Clear light garnet hue. Meaty nose of vanilla and clay with subtle hints of saskatoon berries and pork belly. Bright acidic attack with clean notes of cherry and sour red currant. It has a long finish that lingers on the molars. It’s dry and chewy with great elegance and a perfect match for the salty, fatty pork.
With four of us drinking, the wine didn’t get too much time to open up, but it was certainly the right time to open it. The fruit had thinned out a bit, but what was there was vibrant and clear.
With the last few bottles I’ve opened from my modest cellar and all the health scares my family have endured of late, I’ve come to a conclusion. Since none of us know how much time we get on this beautiful planet and nobody knows how long each wine will last, I’m going to drink my cellar! With a few exceptions, I intend to open up the wonderful treats that inhabit the small dark space in the basement and enjoy the crap outta them! As usual, I will bring you along for the ride and offer my notes and impressions as well as food pairings.
I hope you will enjoy the journey as much as I’m sure that I will.
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In the wake of all the recent violence in the world, I’ve been struggling to figure from whence it all arises.
Yesterday, in the parking lot at Save On Foods, as I was pulling into a parking stall, a young woman in a car on my right threw open the door of her car inches from my bumper. I had a guy hard on my tail so as she closed her door I continued pulling in. I needed to give her more room, but as it happens the guy on the other side of me was pulling out of his spot at the speed of an ancient land tortoise and as I was thinking, “Come on dudie…you can DO it!”, the girl on my right slammed her car door into the side of my car. I looked over at her and she looked back at me like, “yeah. so what?” As she walked into the store I re-parked to give her enough room to get back into her vehicle, checked for a dent and went into the store thinking,”Dumb bitch”.
On the way home, waiting to turn left, I noticed a guy in a Jeep so close behind me that I couldn’t see his grill. “Nice”, I thought. The light turned yellow and I turned into the nearest lane as is correct and turned on my signal light to get across the next lanes I needed to facilitate my upcoming turn. Buddy behind me had run the yellow light and turned illegally into the middle lane and was speeding to block my own progression into the very same middle lane. I made the lane change in spite of his stunting and signalled again and crossed into the last lane on the right as he sped up to get beside me, racing toward the flashing cross walk ahead. He gave me an ugly glare as I slowed down to the appropriate speed and I thought,”Whatever asshole…big truck, tiny um, accelerator.
That’s when it dawned on me. All the ugliness and violence? It comes from me.
Later at work, in conversation with some favorite regulars, we were discussing how in this particular place in time, a person can be hated and unfriended for a simple remark. Some sentence typed on twitter or facebook can cause a very real fight.
In this age of communication and technology, have we as a species, evolved sufficiently to handle the implications and the fall out from the very advancements we enjoy?
I wonder if, in the days of horse and buggy, people got mad at each other for parking too close or literally tail-gating. I guess the horses would likely have just kicked the horses of any thoughtless buggy driver and that would have been that. Or perhaps not. Probably would have depended on the horses. After all they do possess horse sense.
If, on the other hand the drive to the general store took an hour or more in the first place, maybe waiting an extra couple of minutes to climb down from the cart wouldn’t be such a big deal. Maybe knowing your neighbours and knowing you may need to rely on them in an emergency, prevented you from bashing their buggy.
Indeed in terms of offending comments, they would have been written in a carefully considered letter before being sent off on a days long journey before being gratefully received. Real fights might have taken weeks or months to develop and misunderstandings might be rectified by next weeks’ post.
Whatever it is though, I’d like to try to cure myself of this inner violence. I read recently that any random person in the world is related to any other random person by not more than 50th cousin status. We are literally all related. I want to use this statistic to curb that self-righteous, self entitled reaction that allows me to think that some girl in a parking lot is a dumb bitch or the guy in the big truck has manhood issues. In spite of the fact that they were probably thinking evil thoughts about me, I have the power and the knowledge to over-ride those tendencies by attempting to adjust my own thinking.
It’s not easy. I’ve been working on it all day and I haven’t got the hang of it yet. Wish me luck though. I’m going to keep trying.
Correction. Wish us all luck. :} Continue reading “The Dirt on Violence”
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