Day One…

I don’t remember.

Day Two…

This wine is OK, but I
suspect that an ordinary,
honest-to-god Barbaresco
would quickly extinguish
its wax fueled flame.

Nevertheless, as far as
a close-but-no-cigar Neb
might go, I can’t find a
fault with this one.

Maybe it’s like the
homecoming queen’s twin sister.
She just doesn’t have the
personality.

Let’s focus on something
less precocious.

Like braised pork.

The pork was cubed shoulder
from Omaha Steak which my wife
rescued from the I-don’t-like-this-crap
corner of my sister-in-law’s freezer.

I SLOW sauteed it in some
olive oil with a wee bit of
freshly ground pepper, scraping
the skillet constantly to keep
all those caramelizing bits of
gustatorial heaven from sticking,
and adding six whole cloves of
garlic as this process neared
its conclusion.

Added chicken broth to cover,
two sprigs of fresh thyme,
and simmered covered
for maybe thirty minutes until
the broth was mostly gone.

Free food never tasted so good.

And then to have it with
this wine.

Life is tough for the old
folks that trade stock options
in retirement.

Eat free food and contemplate
the relative merits of a
SPECIFIC type of wine whose
grapes were grown in a
SPECIFIC location.

But, but, but, what about
THIS wine?

If you like Barolo and
Barbaresco, but can’t afford
them for every day drinking,
then this wine will
motivate you to get a better
job or enter riskier stock
option trades.

I’m old, so I just have
to pace myself.

And look forward to enjoying
this one again, sooner
rather than later.

Hang in there.