Posts Tagged ‘wine’

This was precisely as good as you think it was.

Mark and I love amaretto.  Generally, we’re wine-drinkers.  (And some days he has cheap “super light” beer that other men mock him for drinking….and in summer, sometimes I like to have Mike’s Hard Lemonade.  But generally, we’re wine drinkers.)  He has a preference for cabs and zins; I have a preference for syrahs, petite syrahs (It is a different grape), and the occasional merlot.  But really, both of us are happy to try any varietal.  We do get out of “California and Oregon” sometimes and are open to super Tuscans or Bordeaux or Chianti….but we like American style wines best. So many European reds have that vague dusty taste…

Sorry.  Did I sound like a wine snob?  Sorry.

Mark owned a liquor store up until last year when he sold it, so we’ve tasted a little of all kinds of stuff, including liqueurs.  We have tried some really bizarre, nasty stuff.  There are viler substances than Jagermeister.  Now, especially since he owns a different business, we don’t have as many adventurous beverages in the house.  Amaretto is the one we tend to always have that both of us drink.

I read this recipe to him and his eyes popped out of his head.  Halve the entire recipe for two people.

source:  Vegetarian Times, July/August 2011

lacto-vegetarian, gluten +

  • 3 c thinly sliced peaches (about 4 medium)
  • 2 tbsp amaretto liqueur
  • 2 tsp cold butter, cut into pieces
  • 1/4 tsp ground cinnamon
  • 1/4 c lowfat sour cream (you will never miss the ‘full fat’)
  • 1 tbsp honey (I plan to try agave nectar sometime)
  • 4 slices prepared angel food cake

Preheat grill to medium.  Cut 2 10-inch lengths heavy duty foil.  Place 1 1/2 c peaches in center of each sheet, top with half the amaretto, butter, cinnamon.  Fold edges together to seal, place on grill.  Cook 6 to 8 minutes.  Transfer packets to baking sheet to cool slightly.  Meanwhile, whisk together sour cream and honey in bowl.  (I suggest you warm your honey and sour cream in Pyrex measuring cup.)  Grill cake slices 30 seconds each, or until golden.  Transfer to plates, top with peaches, and garnish with honey cream.

This was amazing.  It was tiramisu with hot cinnamon peaches.  Remember how rockin hot peaches over vanilla ice cream was as a kid?  (Just thinking of that conjures memories of my grandma hugging me, and yipping puppies at my feet while I ate ice cream with warm peaches on the back step of her house.  Every human should have memories that great about peaches and hugging grandmas.)  This is the grown up version of that happy. 

I wanna mention something about grilling angel food cake.  When light golden, it’s really nice.  But I didn’t obviously make the angel food cake.  One slice charred in such a way to suggest chemicals.  I think a project I need to take on is how to make angel food cake.  I ate it, and it was delicious, but I think I ate chemicals and sugar.  I bet I could do better.

I’ll try to make more of this tonight and include a photo. 

….still awesome the second time.  Mark wants me to make this at our 3rd July party.

Monday, I sat out on the deck with cats (Ben is pictured), a roast beet with balsamic sprinkled on it, the last of the Guenoc port (pictured, in skull glass Mark got me for Valentine’s Day) and read about cholesterol.  No, really, I did.

I’ve got a spring cold, and have no appetite whatsoever.  So I made something light, and I made something as yummy as possible so I’ll eat.  This was nice.  I have a raspberry salad with a vinagrette recipe my mom gave me that I actually like a little better.  I’ll post that at some point, too.

On Sunday nights in the suburbs, very few restaurants are open.  (We’re vegetarian and have filters for definition of ‘restaurant’ that others don’t.  I’m sure there’s plenty open; just very few where we have any desire to go.)  Today I was lucky enough (and Janet, the nights charge nurse was fabulous and merciful) to be canceled due to low census.  So I made food.  If I leave Mark in charge of Sunday dinner, we have ridiculously delicious Indian or Asian fusion food that is 98% fat from coconut milk.  He’s not feelin great today, either.  Simple for me, sweet for him, was what we needed.  I found this.

source:  Skinny Bitch Ultimate Everyday Cookbook, Kim Barnouin

vegan, -gluten

Vinaigrette:

  • 1/4 c Champagne vinegar (5 bucks a bottle.  I didn’t know.)
  • 2 tbs agave nectar
  • 1 tbsp freshly squeezed lemon juice
  • 1/2 tsp Dijon mustard
  • 1/2 c olive oil (When I used 1/2 c, all I could taste was olive oil.  2 tbsp was far too little and vinegary.  Try 1/4 c)
  • salt and pepper to taste

Salad:

  • 4 c baby spinach (or spring greens)
  • 1 c sliced strawberries
  • 1/3 c raw sunflower seeds
  • pepper to taste

Whisk vinaigrette, toss salad, and sprinkle vinaigrette over your greens and strawberries.

You will see that we are drinking the very wonderful 14 Hands 08 Cabernet Sauvignon…which you’re not supposed to be able to get through a liquor store, but we’ve been able to by advantage of Mark having owned a liquor store until last August.

You’ll also note that very attractive Christmas tree glass.  That’s Mark’s.  It’s indestructible.  Any other glass he is at risk for shattering, except that one.  I keep trying.

Also note the background, Guenoc’s 2007 Port.  That’s dessert, and it is DIVINE.  We toured Langtry (Guenoc) winery last summer.  I tried their port (possibly the 06), and it was like tasting a raspberry in my mouth.  I continued to taste that port all afternoon, despite having tasted other (far lesser) wines.  The 07 is great, too.  We got a few bottles for the wedding that just arrived this week, and we’re allowing ourselves to have one of the bottles early.  Mmmmmm.

p.s. I think I’m a small and petty and selfish person, but it’s such a relief to be busting open a bottle of good wine and to be slicing large, juicy organic strawberries when the ex-wife comes to pick up the kiddo.  I didn’t pour any until she, her fiance/significant other person (really nice guy) and the kiddo left….but just seeing it on the counter said to me:  IT’S SUNDAY NIGHT….

I am a horrible human being.  But I, and my love, eat and drink well.