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Fall wine tasting

A few Saturdays ago, my husband and I went to a wine tasting at our friends Brad and Cassia’s house. Cassia used to work at a winery in California, and with a little encouragement she will launch into an enthusiastic comparison of real versus synthetic corks and other smart wine topics. They hold seasonal wine tastings at their cute little apartment. This was our third or fourth invitation, but every time they had hosted a party, we were out of town. What are the odds, I ask you? Someone was obviously conspiring against us. That’s why I was so excited to receive the quarterly evite and see that we could actually go to this one.

Here is the lovely hostess (in the middle) flanked by Stacy (left, another Nikon lover) and Sarah (right, with a haircut I may have to emulate).

Cassia made a delightful little tray of pumpkin muffins with a cinnamon sugar topping.

With a little encouragement I persuaded her to share the recipe, and will soon be sharing it with all you lovely people.

Cassia? If you were wondering why those muffins disappeared so quickly, well, I may have a confession to make. I simply ate them all, in a quick and quiet frenzy. Then I blamed it on the nearest partygoer.

Just kidding! But I did eat probably half of the cheese. My strategy was simple: position myself by the food with my camera and pretend to be taking a million artistic and well-composed shots. In between each shot, feed myself a delectable, creamy square of cheese. It’s not the first time my camera has allowed for successful subterfuge, and it won’t be the last.

The little bowls of cheese and the plate of salami had these adorable little labels.

Each guest had a wine glass assigned to them with his or her name written on a little circle of paper attached to the stem. It was brilliant–it saved me from losing my wine glass about 5 times.

In the dining room, the wine was laid out: 2 bottles each of 9 different kinds of wine; 4 red, 1 rosé, and 4 white. They were all hidden inside a brown paper bag with their identifying numbers.

The idea was that we would taste all the wines over the course of a couple hours, take notes on these adorable little tasting note cards, and guess from the master list which wine was which.

The person who correctly identified the most wines would win.

I’ll give you a hint: that person was not me.

I tried to challenge myself to smell and taste all the interesting things wine connoisseurs are always identifying in wines. Did it smell like citrus? Like jasmine? Like oak? I was miserably bad at it. I thought I might be good at it since I love cooking so much, and regularly smell and taste all my ingredients. However, as I closed my eyes and told myself “focus, focus: what do you smell?” while attempting to think outside the box and listen to my senses, all my brain said was “Well . . . mmm, it smells like wine!” It was time to beg our hostess for some help. “Cassia,” I said, “all I’m getting from this one is ‘table wine’. What is it that you smell?” She swirled the wine around, inhaled, tasted it. “I’m tasting some almost burnt caramel flavor. It also has some herby undertones to it.” I tasted again. It still read ‘table wine’ to me. “Burnt caramel, burnt caramel, burnt caramel,” I repeated to myself over and over again. “Table wine!” my consciousness shouted. “Be quiet and let me sense the burnt caramel!” I yelled back at myself. Soon there was a yelling match inside my own head. So I did what any reasonable person would do at this point–I gave up and moved on to wine #5.

Unfortunately, wine #9 ran out before I had a chance to taste it, so I shrugged my shoulders and randomly wrote in “Cuvet.” When the results came back in, it came to light that I had only guessed two wines correctly: #4, which was the Rosé (the, um, only Rosé), and #9. Two out of nine! Can you believe it? I think that means that I flunked wines.

What am I doing wrong??? And why can’t I be a wine conoisseur?

Well, at least I had a blast drinking all of them. Yes, I enjoyed every minute of the flunking experience and I slept like a baby that night, lemme tell ya.

It was the perfect party. It was both structured and casual. There was a goal–but one that welcomed conversation. Going for the next glass of wine kept everyone moving and circulating.

If the conversation lagged (doesn’t that happen every 7 minutes, on average?), you could compare tasting notes.

Jess and Nate showed up.

I was very excited because I had yet to meet their now 2 month old baby, Desmond. He is the master of face-making.

He mainly looked surprised to be alive.

Though I thought he also looked like he might have some wine-tasting wisdom of the ages, but just hadn’t learned how to put it into words yet.

If only he could have whispered the answers into my ear! Then I could have sent my A++ wine tasting report card to my parents for them to put on the fridge.

Watching little Desmond’s parents interact with him was one of the highlights of my evening.

Everyone tasted the wines thoughtfully . . .

And Cassia did the rounds, giving us her insight, though no hints, mind you.

On a tangent, Cassia has mastered the art of smiling for the camera. Please notice the open eyes, the relaxed mouth, and the nonexistent wrinkle factor. I apparently was failing at my own tutorial on the ‘fake smile.’ Gragghrar, I hate it when I don’t follow my own rules!

The winner was announced at the end. And it was Jon.

What a little usurper. Eventually I’ll take my rightful victory back from him.

But first I need practice. A lot of practice.

Brats and Peppers

This is another recipe that I don’t really consider a “recipe” . . . but as they say, one man’s this-is-not-a-real-recipe-it’s-just-stuff-tossed-together-in-a-pot is another man’s blissful dining experience. I discovered Johnsonville’s precooked brats sometime in college, and have come back to them ever since, fried in a pot with peppers. It’s a simple dinner, it’s super quick to prepare (about 15 minutes total–really), and it tastes so good! I’m not a huge hot dog person and I don’t generally go for precooked forms of meat such as these, but I can’t keep away from brats. They’re just that amazing. But . . . if you want to stay away from processed food, you can totally just substitute some regular, uncooked sausages (even some you’ve made yourself!)–it just ups the cooking time by another 10 to 15 minutes depending on the thickness of the pieces. In fact, just last night I made it with Polish sausage from our deli and it was also a winner.

Ingredients

(Serves 3)

1 package precooked bratwursts

2 bell peppers (any color)

1 onion

Splash of beer or white wine (optional)

Salt

Black pepper (generous amount)

Here’s the humble assembly of ingredients, sans the alcoholic addition I will be making later.

This is so easy–chop up them bratwursts.

Toss them in a hot pan or pot. Word to the wise–you do not need oil or butter! The meat has enough fat, and it will release plenty of grease as it cooks.

Cook them over medium high heat while you chop up the onion.

Since adding the veggies will also add moisture to the pan, this is your one chance to get a lovely brown sear on the pieces of meat. I usually cook them for about 5-6 minutes by themselves. Check out the little brown spots. That spells deliciousness.

Once the brats have turned a nice toasty brown, add the chopped onion.

Continue to cook on medium high while you chop up the bell peppers . . . I chose for my peppers to be yellow and green. But I could have chosen red and orange. Or red and green. Or green and orange. Or yellow and orange. However, red and yellow would never have worked. Never in a million years.

Stir the brats and onions occasionally, and cook them for 5 or so minutes by themselves.

Now let’s add the peppers.

Splash in the white wine or beer, if you’re using that.

No need for the precision of a measuring cup. No sirree.

Cook for another 5 minutes or so, until the peppers are a little softened but still a little crunchy and fresh-looking. Season with salt and tons of freshly ground black pepper–the pepper will add a lovely zip to it.

Serve over white rice, pasta, or potatoes, your pick! My pick is always white rice, and it has been since I was about 3 months old.

For some reason I am compelled to eat this meal with chopsticks.

Those little chunks of meat are so . . . grabbable.

Seriously guys, if you’re in a quandary and don’t know what to make some night, this is a quick, easy and great-tasting solution. I will continue to eat it until the day I die.

Especially because of the white rice.

I know I have a problem with the steamy, fluffy stuff. I can’t help it.

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