i stopped into miccuci’s the other day, with no plans of falling in lust with any sort of vino, but what can i say? le langue d’amour always catches my eye. if you’re unaware, miccuci’s is an italian market located near the waterfront in portland which is known for its slabs of sicillian pizza, fine selection of wine, and baked goods that are sold out within five minutes of being put on the shelves. i don’t travel to miccuci’s nearly as much as i ought to, seeing as i live less than half a mile away, but when i do go, it’s difficult for me not to leave without spending an hour or so inside. for those who don’t enjoy food, it’s a bit strange that i would take so long perusing the aisles that boast 100% extra virgin olive oil imported straight from italy, or seasoned canned sardines, but for those who enjoy food, than it’s easy to see why!
seeing as the united states restricts folk under 21 to enjoy alcohol, all i could do was stare at the c’est la vie vin with sad puppy dog eyes and a broken heart. what i was intent on, wasn’t the pinot noir or chardonnay, but it was the vin rose. yes… that’s right. i’m a huge sucker for rose wine. a few older women chuckled as they walked by me and my muse. realizing that there was no way for me to get my vin right then and there, i settled for a tin of jasmine tea (weird that its sold in an italian market) and some house roasted almonds.
now it’s funny, when you want something really badly and you know that you’re not going to get it anytime soon and then, as if the heavens heard your call, a miracle happens. i guess you could say a miracle happened. when i got home there were women over, laughing, listening to some billie holiday, sipping some vin rose. sulking into my room, they called after me, and presented me with a glass of wine. i laughed at the thought of me drinking some wannabe wine, but as i returned into the kitchen, i saw a bottle of c’est la vie rose being passed around from lady to lady! oh the joy! the joyous joy. i could not have been happier. and as if all i cared about was the fact that i was drinking c’est la vie, the overall taste was quite nice too. simple, light and refreshing. there were of course undertones of floral tastes, and left my palete clean and wanting more. i always have found pinot noir to be a bit heavy, and chardonnay is like traning wine in my opinion. the rose vin de c’est la vie was perfect for two reasons. one it was a nice combination between the chardonnay and pinot noir, and two it matched well because it tasted a bit like summer. i know most think to drink white vino during the summer months, but i prefer the rose. all in all, i say go buy yourself a bottle of c’est la vie rose which isn’t more than $14 a bottle, sit back, relax, and partake in the obsesssion.
miss e.
Hi all! First off, let me apologize for my extended absence. The moment I came back from my short trip to the White Mountains, I was immediately swept into a few weeks of sudden madness. I’ve been working double shifts for the past two or three weekends, and to be entirely honest, haven’t been going out to dinner that much. Plus with that heatwave that lasted five days, my days in the kitchen were numbered. This isn’t to say that I haven’t wanted to blog. Trust me, it’s been one thing that I’ve been dying to do, but I haven’t had much to say. So until I get a real post together I thought I’d leave you with some scans from McSweeney’s newest publication- David Chang’s Lucky Peach! It’s Vol. 1 Edition 1, and was given to me from a longtime friend, Johnny. I need to sort some things out so I can keep providing you with reviews and recipes- and I thought I’d give you a sneak peek of what’s to come:
