While the sweeping changes continue at breakneck speed in the world of finance and politics, back here on earth, some of us still manage to get a huge delight dividend on time "invested" in the pleasure of the company of friends. This weekend, Leslee of 3rd house party stopped by my house for part of the weekend. Thanks to the generosity of my spouse, who offered his chauffeuring services, we could explore the wine country, not just with eyes, but also with our palates.
I was excited to plan our wine country tour, mapping out my old-time favorites. But, who knew that memories can be such inveterate liars? The Oakville Grocery, which I thought was a treasure trove of delicacies, turned out to be a rack full of over-priced jars of mustard for tourists. And those wines from Peju winery, which I thought to be of the most delicate bouquets? Well, those turned out a bit spice heavy on every flavor listed as a delicate hint of something or other, so that at one point, sampling a chardonnay I thought I was imbibing perfume by mistake.
We had a great meal, though at Bistro Jeanty in Yountville. The fried smelts were to die for! Actually, the smelts did die for this dish!
