Thursday, June 09, 2005

food glorious food

hold onto your hats, for i have a revelation. today was a good day to be a journalist.

i went with a colleague to a press lunch at the blue elephant in fulham. by god, it was good. even though i was ridiculously out of my depth in conversation with bankers, PRs and other grown-ups, i still found time to appreciate the food and the wine.

ah, the wine. i've never really 'got' wine. sure, i can tell the difference between a shocking wine and a drinkable plonk, but the allure of the truly top notch has (between you and me) always eluded me. yes, champagne is nice - but is a £75 bottle three times better than a £25 bottle?

well, my doubts have now been removed, and i have another unaffordable luxury to pine over. we had some rieslings with the food today, and they were just stunning. you know when you're a teenager, and fall for someone and the words of songs all make sense (ok, so you're embarrassed about it now). that's what happened with the wine. all those adjectives that wine writers use -aromatic, oaky, woody (admittedly not leathery, which i seem to recall was jilly goolden's favourite) - suddenly made sense.

i've fallen in love with a grape. and it's a german.

in other news, top gear fans will already know there are some stupidly named ministers about (darling and ladyman the best examples). i have now spotted on sky news that there is a home office minister called Paul Goggins. I wonder if he's any relation to Mrs Goggins in Postman Pat? we can only hope.

there's also a brilliant comment piece in the guardian tomorrow from St Polly of Toynbee, called "My right to offend a fool", discussing the proposed new legislation on inciting religious hatred. she rightly points out that if inciting religious hatred is to be a crime, the bible should be banned. Perhaps they could just have the fruity bits about 'false gods' removed...

i have never wanted to be an idle millionaire more- i would love to mount a campaign to do this. let's ban the qu'ran while we're about it, and hoist the religious campaigners firmly on their own petard.

4 Comments:

Blogger damonline said...

Ah yes, a £20 bottle is so infintely much more than 4 times as good as a £5 bottle that it's almost misleading to call them both "wine".

My vino-damascene moment came in France (unsurprisingly) at the age of 15. We were invited to lunch at the house of the mother of a friend (la maison de la mere d'un ami). She was a Norman, and even among the French the Normans have a reputation for being true gourmands.

I won't bore you with the details of the food, suffice to say it was (a) copious and (b) very very good indeed, but the wine - oh! The wine.

A different bottle with each dish (naturally), culminating in a 1970 burgundy (Cotes du Beaune, I think) with the main course, which was pork loin. The flavour just went on and on and on. Drinking it was like going round a gothic cathedral - you kept finding new ornaments and complications to gawp at.

I had a similar experience a month or two ago with a bottle of 1997 Margaux I brought back from France a couple of years ago. Like angels pissing on your tongue, as me cousin would say.

I have yet to discover the joys of Riesling. I'm not normally a big lover of white, but I'm prepared to be educated.

6/10/2005 12:32 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Much as I hate to be a pedant, Galatea, the phrase "hoist with his own petard", (Hamlet, III.iv) has nothing to do with flagpoles.

A petard was an early type of grenade or mine, which had a tendency to detonate before the person laying them had a chance to get away. Being "hoist" with one's own petard literally means being blown up by one's own grenade.

The preceding line points to this martial provenance: "tis the sport to have the enginer / hoist...". (Note also the military origin of the modern word "engineer".)

6/10/2005 3:29 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

And if you're going to put an apostrophe in Qur'an, it should go after the r.

6/10/2005 3:33 pm  
Blogger Artegall said...

Superb anality: I can see why you chose to stay anonymous.

The Daily Telegraph went with a headline today along the lines of "Now you can be put in prison for being nasty to Satanists". It also had "Peter Kay can't drink and drive", which begs the question - who can?

As for grapes, the only ones I have any time for are sour.

6/10/2005 11:41 pm  

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