Château Léoville Poyferré, a delicious 1995 Saint Julien. One of those practically perfect Bordeaux: fruit, dust, sun-warmed dirt, but with structure. I am very happy right now. (Yes, a good bottle of wine really does make me happy for days.)
We also had walnut wrapped in date wrapped in prosciutto and baked, for nibblies (with champagne of course), followed by butternut squash soup finished with a swirl of cream, spring lamb stew, and chocolate cloud cake–which I always mean to take a picture of but always forget. (Probably something to do with greed, not to mention all the wine.) For once we didn’t have any after dinner drinks, but settled for some truffles and tea.
But the best part of the evening was the company: Kelley, of course, and two new friends, one Belgian, one Colombian, both brilliant scientists. Much exciting conversation. Our current agenda: to get them both to move to Seattle. Yes, they’ve been warned…
3 thoughts on “My Friday night”
Nicola I had a Saturday with similar circumstances, I feel your euphoric lassitude!
Isn't life good?
Yes. Life is good.
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