tag: red wine
October 24, 2012
I know I haven’t been posting as often, my lovelies, but that’s because I’ve been out in the city having adventures. But let’s not talk about how much you missed me. Let’s talk about dinner.
Yeah, I know, another long-cooking braise/stew. It’s because I love them, and since this feeds six people and I have two people, leftovers go on forever. I love leftovers.
Or, you can do what I did a few weeks ago when I made this and invite a few people over for an impromptu dinner party. There was a for-reals Frenchman there and even he liked it! Plus one to French cuisine skill.
October 8, 2012
Maybe it’s the weather. I keep telling myself that I’m looking forward to actually feeling a change in seasons instead of just watching them go by on the calendar, but the truth is that even in this 60° weather, I don’t want to get out of bed in the morning. I burrito myself in the covers and try to forget that in a couple of months, I am going to have to go to bed in socks and sweats and possibly a second blanket.
And so, braising. Hours of oven on-time to heat the apartment more than our temperamental heater can. Hours of bubbling braising liquid to slowly envelop the apartment in red wine scent. And, finally, after hours, a hearty, body-filling and fall-apart tender dinner of braised short ribs and creamy polenta, curled up with the gentleman on the couch. Possibly more red wine.
September 19, 2012
We went out to dinner with friends last night, and I discovered on the way home that the evenings are now too chilly for just a blazer. Soon enough, it’ll be that time of year when it will be unthinkable to go out without a sweater, a thick wool coat, and a scarf.
I’m actually kind of looking forward to it. Having lived in LA all my life, I’ve never gotten to experience the change of the seasons. When I visited Paris for a week last Christmas, there was nothing more charming than going out in the morning, our breath making little clouds as we walked, and getting a steaming cup of vin chaud from a street vendor to sip as we walked.