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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: JF Quinnelly who wrote (59658)	4/8/2001 10:00:55 AM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 71178

Alcohol involved? It was 10:30 in the morning. Alcohol was involved the night before though. Can I use that as an excuse? Or my increasingly frequent senior moments? Ewww- no I think I'd rather just admit I misspelled it. I know you won't believe this but in the middle of the night I woke up and thought, damn, I wonder if hypocondiacal has an H in it. I really did. Friday, we got together with the friends from the French barge trip we took last fall. There was a great deal of wine and a full French dinner. I don't know how these people cook like this. I know it's my turn to have them all here and it sends terror through my heart. They throw around words like "caramelize" and beurre manie and they say things like," Oh, I can tell you used creme frêche instead of sour cream! It makes SUCH a difference!" And here I thought the caramelized onion tart with goat cheese and red peppers was the new Veggie Lover's from Pizza Hut. I was prowling hte kitchen looking for the box. Where I look at the wine and think with excitement, "Oooo, bottle wine!", they check the label to see if it's a grand cru from "that wonderful little winery we visited in Beaune". I struggle to remember visiting Beaune, much less the winery. The trip is a blur of wineries, mostly because I hadn't realized you were only supposed to sip each wine offered and spit the rest out or throw it away. I come from a mother who equated leaving food on your plate or milk in your glass with the mortal sins of missing Mass or murder. And she certainly wouldn't have approved of spitting. NOt that they aren't extremely nice people-- they are just true gourmets, as opposed to epicureans. Ooo- I just found a site online called Délices de France-- I may have the answer to my dilemma. It's only 8.00 for a two month subscription. Maybe I should do something other than French though-- like Blue Ridge Mountain gourmet. We could have grits and collard greens and import some bootleg whiskey. And I could play the spoons for entertainment. I'd even use my best paper plates.