"i'm not drinking any fucking merlot!"

[rone]

Mom and Aunt Martha flew in last week to visit, and Kim and i brought them along on our 10th anniversary trip to the Santa Ynez Valley, which we've been wanting to visit ever since we saw Sideways.  It's absolutely beautiful down here, and so is Santa Barbara, which we visited today.  Today we also had tasty æbleskiver for breakfast (i also had medisterpølse and eggs).

Yesterday in Los Olivos, we went to taste at this one room that collects wine from vineyards that don't have their own tasting room.  It was run by a man whom i dubbed the Pinot Noir Nazi, perhaps like Sideways's Miles but gruffer and without the somehow charming dysfunction.  He declared that cabernet franc was a blending grape and was wasted when vinified on its own, and the same went for merlot, dolcetto, and tempranillo.  I just nodded and said, "I see."  He did pour us an absolutely fabulous pinot noir from Fiddlehead Cellars, and i passed his snob test by correctly pronouncing Meritage and Lompoc.

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[eb-oesch.livejournal.com]

Aebleskiver is already the plural of aebleskive.

Now I'm jonesing for a Danish continental breakfast (rundstykker), the kind made by bakeries that want you to eat their food instead of the kind sold to American hotels that don't. American supermarkets sell danishes too, but I think they're meant to be bought by the secretary to be thrown into the basket for the 9:30 team meeting, burnt-almond-flecked iced sewer lids being staples of the Nausea Diet, so it's pretty much the same thing as with the hotels. We do have donut and bagel shops that make food instead of consumption deterrents, but I still think we got the short end.

[ronebofh.livejournal.com]

Corrected, thanks.