Having woken feeling delicate on Saturday morning, I had not been planning on a bottle of wine. Claire, though, drinks in more moderation whilst at Rydal and chose 'orange' as our home-coming flavour. In fact we only had a glass and a half each - we were both entirely washed out after a week of hedonism, and barely managed the mental capacity demanded by an episode of Midsomer Murders.
Sunday was better. I had the energy to unpack and spent a vast proportion of the afternoon planning things that needed to be planned for my trip to the Olympics on Wednesday and Thursday. Our evening meal was a quiche of garden vegetables - the broad beans being particularly good, and a marmalade bread & butter pudding denied to us at Rydal. The orange wine went well.
Been reading about the Olympics Ben. In 1948 (London) there was a gold medal for poetry. They also used to have medals for the biggest pea pod. So perhaps you take some of the garden vegetables?
ReplyDeleteSeriously. What do you think of organic wine? I have read that they don't use any fish parts?
I knew about the Poetry, but did not know about the vegetables. The Olympics was grand, and I may blog about it on the GLP blog.
ReplyDeleteI don't know much about organic wine - I suspect mine is not, because I use some chemicals during the process. I don't know what pectolase is made of, or what is in yeast nutrient. But I try to buy organic food where it is available.