Last night was the first proper log fire and red wine evening of the Cape Town autumn. Fortunately, I had both logs and wine ready to go.
The logs were Blue Gum.
The wine was this:
Ja. I can like to go exotic every now and again, especially as:
Every increase a glass of wine a month reduced about 2% of the risk
Yep – you heard it here first. And there’s more:
Red wine, general is short for red wine. Brewed wine, grape skins and grape flesh is also squeezing, red wine contains red pigment, is a time when the skin by crushing grapes release. Just because of this, all the colour and lustre of wine is red.
Red wine and beauty
I felt educated. I mean, who knew?
As for the wine, it was bloody awful. But it was red…
We were braced for the wet weather yesterday. One of the (many) nice things about living on the bottom corner of a big lump of land is that it’s fairly easy to see the iffy weather coming from quite a long way off. Thus, plans were made for an afternoon and evening in, with a roaring fire, some (or more) red wine, and a potjie dinner. The soundtrack was provided by Tony Christie, Snow Patrol and the Smashing Pumpkins, amongst others. Add a bit of Minecraft, some colouring books and a magazine or two, and you have a the best of a bad day – sorted.
Of course, the rain is no bad thing – we’re still ridiculously short of water in the Western Cape. But the cold, dry, still conditions associated with the high pressure that has been keeping the rain away are an absolute godsend for flying my Mavic. Yesterday – the evening in particular – was probably the best weather I have ever had the chance to fly in: the light, the wind, the temperature, the clarity: all near perfect. So… I flew. And I used the opportunity to take the Mavic about 750m out over the Atlantic – good prep for looking for whales 10kms up the road at Struisbaai in the near future (albeit that it’s a whole different ocean there, of course).
I’ll upload some photos when I get back to Cape Town, but as ever, if you can’t wait, then there’s always my Instagram which is, like, Instant.
Better weather today means that we’re off to my favourite restaurant down here, and the drive there through the Agulhas National Park usually yields some great photo opportunities (but no flying, obviously), so there’s even more for you to look forward to.
You lucky buggers.
After Friday’s cold front, the long weekend came good with some fresh, bright weather.
Making hay, we headed down to Cape Agulhas and did stuff like braai, y-bike along the road with the daughter, walk along the beach with the beagle and light a big fire (in the fireplace, not some sort of random arson).
I’d share a photo, but I’m still working on getting large photos onto blog posts. It’s not as simple as it seems. I’ll get there.
It’s red wine and brandy weather too.
Please excuse me while I recognise this.
This afternoon was dominated by two of my favourite red wines.
First, a near impromptu outing to Constantia Glen led to one (or more) glasses of their Five blend:
And then, having come home and lit the braai, it seemed a shame not to keep the high quality red wine theme going.
Thus, the contents of a bottle of my very favourite wine of all, Neethlingshof’s The Caracal found its way into my glass (bit by bit).
They didn’t stay there for ever so long…
This was a good afternoon.
This is the “Are You Beach Body Ready?” question of wine-drinking circles. And, much as some argue that all you have to do to make your body beach ready is go to the beach (and not threaten to bomb the offices of a nutritional supplement company), I would argue that it’s ok to drink wine out of whatever vessel you like.
In fact, I drink all my red wine out of a tumbler. Really.
And it seems that other people also think that’s absolutely fine:
Contrary to what you might expect, wine served in a tumbler isn’t a sign of bad wine or bad service — it’s a sign of tradition. According to chef Matteo Clivati, a Milanese native, currently the chef de partie at A16, and SF’s newest pop-up restaurateur, it’s common to see wine served in short tumblers in Italy, especially if the cuisine is rustic and traditional and if the owner makes his or her own wine. Some might also say that because wine is a part of every meal in the Old Country, serving wine in such a casual way only enforces its impact on Italian culture — wine isn’t as much of a “special occasion” drink as it is here in America.
I’m no hipster. I just prefer drinking wine from a tumbler, so I do. In summer, sometimes I even put it in the fridge first. Purists would spit at me in the street if they only knew.
So let’s leave it our little secret, ok?