See, I read all over that you're not supposed to write or text or blah, blah, blah, when you're intoxicated.
This is a public world now.
Yeah, yeah, someone could look at this tomorrow or years from now and say, "AHA! Look at what a fool you were!" But, c'mon, I'm a big enough fool that I'm gonna do enough foolish shit that this isn't going to be the worst of it.
So, yeah, I'm intoxicated. Tonight, on cherry wine from a little winery called Pentamere Winery in Tecumseh, MI. [which I should probably link to just for the etiquette of it all, but frankly linking isn't as fun as typing when I'm drunk.] [Now, if I was high on pot, that would be different, then I would find the most mundane things interesting. But I'm not. . . . sigh... I haven't been high on pot for a long, long time. Damn responsible parenthood! :) ]
Now, I do feel a need to explain that I don't usually get drunk on wine, and I don't usually drink cherry wine. In fact, I blame the fact that it's cherry wine on my getting drunk. Pentamere makes a few actual wines and then two fruit wines, an apple and a cherry. Now, I'm sure the cherry wine is fine cherry wine and all, but there's a reason why grapes have the position they do in the world of alcohols; complexity, nuance, varietal differences that are AMAZING... cherry wine tastes like, well, cherries. Nothing wrong with cherries, but I don't want to think about them, I just want to drink them. That's why I couldn't buy the apple wine, it was fucking apple juice. I mean, it was good apple juice, but I would have chugged the whole bottle. If something isn't rich or complex or ponderable when I eat it, and just tasty, then I want to eat a lot of it, in big bites or drinks.
So... damn cherry wine... it was tasty, now I'm drunk.
I like being drunk. As long as I don't get all weepy or think too much, I'm a pretty fucking happy drunk. It really breaks down those social barriers that I have left inside; those defenses that have hardened like arteries as they've aged. And since I'm a pretty happy person inside, when the social barriers go down... tah dah! Happy drunk!!!
I wish I had more alcohol really. Not enough to get wasted, but enough to keep the buzz.... Oh, wait. I have rum! (from Thailand, I think)
I'm back.
Why'd I start this? If I had just wrote what I was thinking of when I started, I wouldn't have forgotten... but a couple glasses of cherry wine and a swig of warm-tummy rum later... can't really remember why I started typing.
It could have had something to do with work. That's what I think about a lot. Well, I think about food a lot. Not eating it, just food. I think about food. When I see a piece of food, I start comparing it. I compare it to other foods that are just like it. "hmmm... cherry wine... wonder how this compares to other cherry wines... how's it compare to the taste of a cherry... how do different varieties of cherry taste... what flavors of the cherry only come out because of alchohol vs. what flavors only come out because of the process by which the wine was created... how does the process affect the final flavor... what could I do with this, how could I cook with it, what could I add to it to make it different, what could I add it to to improve a dish or a drink... and i think and i think and i think.
And nothing in the world, not cheese or wine or miso or anything makes me think as much as olive oil makes me think. I love olive oil. Olive oil makes me think, it draws out questions upon questions upon questions... they just never stop.
There's this thing called Cha Cha, it's an 800# that you can call and ask ANY QUESTION to, and they'll send you a text with the answer. Free. All you have to pay for is the text messages that you receive (which have a little ad attached to them.) I get unlimited texts through my plan, so I'm having a ball with it. It hasn't gotten an olive oil question right once, though. It's gotten close, very "what the layman might think" in it's responses. But in the scheme of things, just plain wrong; and I won't bore you with examples of it's olive oil ignorance, because almost everyone is olive oil ignorant--it's not Cha Cha's fault. It might get wine answer right more often since there might be some people knowledgeable about wine answering the questions instead of people saying, "What the fuck, another olive oil question?"
The number is 1-800-2CHACHA and it really is free.
I will let you know the questions I've asked it so far, though, so you can know what it got wrong:
"What's the chemical that causes the burning in the back of your throat with olive oil?"
"What are the main 3 or 4 olives used in the region of Puglia in Italy for their olive oil?"
"What month is late harvest olive oil picked in Provence, France?"
"What is the earliest month of the year you can harvest olives for olive oil?"
That was a ramble, wasn't it?
