The Coudoulet chronicles, the sequel
Tonight I am finishing the bottle. It's hotter than a teenager's night thoughts here in the 'Stan (and I'm being a miser with the air conditioning), so the bottle simultaneously opened up and blew off some of its enticing red fruit.
But goodness, the tannins and mouthfeel are in a simply lovely balance. It's the perfect Zen blend of hard and soft.
Tonight's culinary accompaniment was that most perfect of foods: the cheeseburger.
No pedestrian drive-through fare this. I started with ground beef from the best butcher in town, and I formed a perfect patty: even thickness, square edges. It's a gift I have.

I then pan-seared it to a rare state.
I sliced Swiss cheese (Danish alas and not Emmental. Nobody's "swiss" is a reasonable stand-in for real Emmental. The Danish one is pretty good , but i have to rate it as midway between the real deal and a neutral cheese like a good Monterey Jack.) thick and employed the marvelous little trick I discovered recently: I nuked it on a small plate to a softness just shy of gooey, so that the patty's trapped heat would finish the work of melting it.
I cut four slices off a fresh loaf of Pugliese-style bread. I sliced them thin. After all, I'm watching my carbs.

The condiment is a mix of a truly evil mustard (Kremser) unique to the swamps of northeastern Austria. The mayonnaise is one I make myself with corn oil and a goodly dash of tarragon. I love home mayo!! The ketchup is liberated from the local Golden Archery ... "tastes better stolen" is an axiom in our family. It's true; it's true!!
i present this with dessert:
petits palmiers from a local bakery that NAILS the French style. One bite of one such, and BAM I am a lanky blonde teenager wandering the streets of Antibes from
brasserie to
pâtisserie. ~sigh~ the days.
A glass of RO water (imagine that ... why would I have that.) completes the tableau, shown on my breakfast tray. I've left the Thread Count Cocoon to post this before I polish off the last of Hepburn-In-a-Glass. cn
