Saturday, April 18, 2009

Sunday Ham Hermitale

A beautiful example of a sweet creation myth. What is your favorite thing? What is your favorite thing? What is your favorite thing? Orange rind, black pepper, and compost give the wine its smiling bite. What is your favorite thing? What is your favorite thing? What is your favorite thing? What is your favorite thing? What is your favorite thing? What is your favorite thing?

What is your favorite thing? What is your favorite thing? A dark cinnamon sleeper hold releases into old bay. What is your favorite thing? What is your favorite thing? What is your favorite thing? What is your favorite thing? What is your favorite thing? Pulp gathers in the low points like dew, like soup. What is your favorite thing? What is your favorite thing? Gets a little hairy at this point, a little thorny, a little dangerous, but there's the promise of reward. What is your favorite thing? What is your favorite thing? What is your favorite thing?

What is your favorite thing? What is your favorite thing? Reward. What is your favorite thing? What is your favorite thing? What is your favorite thing? The gathering pregnancy of cloud cover. What is your favorite thing? Is that thing front and center? What is your favorite thing? Carrot soup on the first really cold fall day. What is your favorite thing? What is your favorite thing? Irreverence. What is your favorite thing? Bloody, bruised, and unbroken. What is your favorite thing? What is your favorite thing? That incredibly earthy one with the porcini mushrooms in the rub. Didn't even know such a thing could be done. What is your favorite thing? Calm. What is your favorite thing? What is your favorite thing?

What is your favorite thing? What is your favorite thing? What is your favorite thing? What is your favorite thing? What is your favorite thing? What is your favorite thing? What is your favorite thing? What is your favorite thing? The strong gentle finish drags its rosemary fingertips across the bare midriff of your palate, slowly, so slowly, so long and slow.

Quote: Because a shadow is light crossed out, cross out the gray bird. Cross out the couple on the beach walking like a W holding hands. Walk like L, lovers. Walk like an X, crossing out the hurting, the lost, the beggars of the world. Insert the lifesavers, the ambulance drivers. Where it says collapse of schools, hospitals, and factories, put the birthplace of hot springs. Where it says bleeding, write in sailing, as in, She noticed she was sailing. Where it says, corpse, write, dense herbage and foliage. Lovers, steal boats, and bleed towards China, India, Jupiter, towards the shared darks of gun barrels and mouths.

Varietals: Cab Franc, Frankschlong, Long Wharf Rep

Food Pairing: Drink it today, while you do/have/get/see your favorite thing, obviously.

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