My very charming Gemini in-laws have consecutive birthdays right around the summer solstice. So we celebrated with a good old fashioned Sunday lunch. Things got off to a rocky start, I must say. Christian was otherwise occupied (weed whacking) and neglected to get the grill going at the appointed hour. Mama started losing it (blood sugar emergency). I hadn’t planned anything in the way of hors d’oeuvres so went scrambling for a snack and came up with some old Ritz crackers my mother in law had brought over on a previous occasion (Unlike my firstborn, I’m not a fan. Corn syrup- yuck!) and an ancient, rock hard piece of bland, pasteurized Brie from Costco. The fireworks began when the ever lovin’ husband got ticked off at my lack of prep work on the pork chops (failure to marinate—guilty as charged). Which led to an exchange along these lines:
Papa: “You’re insane!”
Mama: “You’re driving me insane!”
We were soon laughing about it (after Mama had a few swigs of Bordeaux, that is) and things finally came together around two. Grilled pork chops (which, thank goodness, turned out just fine), roasted asparagus and new potatoes from my favorite local farm stand. We washed it down with a 2000 La Croix de Beaucaillou (the second wine of the second growth Chateau Ducru Beaucaillou in Saint Julien). Dee-licious! Plus it gave us a chance use some of the Riedel wine glasses we got for our wedding. I gave Henry his first glass of (watered down) wine. He seemed to dig it but liked the corkscrew even better. Rhubard pie for dessert—yeehaw! My favorite and also beloved by my belle-mere. After that, the in-laws went off in search of some kind of enclosure for a wild turkey chick they are now keeping as a pet (more on that one to follow) and the rest of us crashed hard.
I came across this helpful little article on women and wine by Mireille Guiliano in June’s Bon Appetit. Enjoy!
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