Well, I just don’t have anything to say at the moment. I’m feeling a bit better, just very very tired.
Oh, wait a minute. I want to whole-heartedly recommend the Noceto sangiovese. Last night with dinner we had a bottle of their ’99 Riserva that we’d picked up last time we were down visiting Mom & Dad. It was just getting to the point where it was loosing its edge, but it had just the barest hint of a bite to it still. I’d been saving the bottle for a “special occasion”, but what could be more special than Sunday dinner? I’m glad we drank it before it had gone soft altogether, as it was quite yummy. Not one of those goddamned fruit bombs that taste like fucking Boone’s Farm, nor some high-alcohol hammerhead that knocks you on your ass after one glass; rather, it was a fine example (in my next-to-useless opinion) of a winemaker getting out of the way and letting the grapes express themselves. The folks at the winery were really nice when we visited there, so I was glad to see that our local wineshop carries one of their wines these days. Yay!
That’s it.
Hold on. Um, also, the rosemary-garlic bread at Three Girls Bakery down in The Market is pretty great, too.
OK, that’s all. Really. Go away.
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