Making Up for Mediocrity in Food and Wine
My past few meals have included wine that was less than thrilling, and the food itself, well…my chef skills must be on the fritz. I can only hope that dinner in San Francisco this evening will erase the mediocrity from my memory. And if not, everything teaches us something. Right?
Meanwhile, a little wine poetry to tide me over. Not my own–with my current track record that might not be the best idea. Instead, here’s a snippet from one of my favorite poets: Sandra Cisneros in her poem titled “Vino Tinto”
Dark wine reminds me of you.
The burgundies and cabernets.
The tang and thrum and hiss
that spiral like Egyptian silk,
blood bit from a lip, black
smoke from a cigarette.
Nights that swell like a cork.
This excerpt was found in my much-loved, much-worn copy of Loose Woman, where the rest of this poem can be read.
wine poetry, Sandra Cisneros, Loose Woman
January 12th, 2007 at 11:26 am
i’ve had your cooking, and i can’t imagine your food being anywhere even close to mediocre… but alas…
as for dining in san fran, it’s the best… i recommend going to the helmand… it’s afghan food… or go to chow for some reasonably priced comfort food… or, or, or… i could go on and on…. where ever you go, i’m sure you’ll have great food…
January 30th, 2007 at 10:26 am
[...] Maybe I hesitate due to the scientific nature of winemaking, as I found when checking out the coursework at UC Davis. Or because every once in a while, I make a meal that’s rather mediocre. And this summer, despite past successes, I tried to grow basil in my kitchen five different times, with never any luck. [...]