A blog for gourmet palates
living on squatter budgets.
Saturday, August 18, 2012
So it’s a brilliantly dull
Saturday evening. I was supposed to work overtime today, but I declined. It
wasn’t easy to pass up the time and a half-money, but when one starts looking
like a Chia Pet, it’s time to, as my colleague, Adrienne, would say, “Tighten
up.” Right now I’ve got the Zen music channel on while I sip the 2009 Les
Piliers Cabernet Sauvignon I picked up last night. I have to work hard at being
still these days. There’s always something to do and somewhere to be. What is
intimacy if you cannot be intimate with yourself? Lately, I’ve been craving
sweet spice aromas from my wine experiences. I think it’s a reaction to being
indoors most of the time. I spent the last week immersed in cubicle culture—a land
of jarringly big screens, hard, square shaped-booty chairs and the smell of
spirits that would rather be elsewhere. This cab is an escape.
On the label is an image of the Les Piliers vineyard. I imagine being there
picking Cabernet Sauvignon, songs like Fragile State’s “Every Day a Story,” and
Bob Marley’s “Natural Mystic,” blowing through my iPod. It’s velvety, full-body
tricks my palate into thinking it’s bathing in a warm vanilla spring. There are
aromas and flavors of black cherry, Madagascar vanilla, milk chocolate and in
the back drop, there’s a rare filet mignon-funk. You know how much I love that
funk. And guess what Gourmet Squatters? It's just $16-something with tax.