Diverse Wines w/dinner (menu)

originally posted by Peter Creasey:

originally posted by MLipton: How did you feel about that Schloss Gobelsburg bottling? It sounds... interesting (31 vintages, 9 grapes).
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Mark, The Schloss Gobelsburg wine was a fascinating selection with its unusual production strategy. Folks here would be pleased, probably, with the 12.5% alcohol level. It was mildly complex with a generous supply of flavors, good body, quite food friendly, no reason to hold longer. [VG - E]

I just now googled and found this website...

Marvin Skurnik

. . . . . Pete
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Who is Marvin?

I agree with Eden on this one. The Gobelsburg wines are excellent, but I can skip the Tradition bottlings.
 
originally posted by Peter Creasey:

originally posted by mark e:
Who is Marvin?
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"Importer and distributor of wines, spirits, sake, & cider from around the world."
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That was a dig at the mistaken first name, Pete. It's Harmon Skurnik (who founded the company with his brother Michael).

Mark Lipton
 
At some point during Shavasana (corpse pose, an appropriate name given the fact that my yoga class starts at 6 AM and by the end of the class it feels like the end of moi, what with parts of moi hurting that I didn’t even know I had), it dawned on me this thread is a textbook example of why I’d be okay sticking with only Austrian wine were I marooned on a desert island.

FWIW, I would have selected a Wiener Gemischter satz (the Wieninger Nußberg Alte Reben), a Grüner Veltliner Smaragd (likely from Rudi Pichler or Prager) and a red (an older bottle from Tschida. Rosi Schuster, or Moric) and I wouldn’t have paired any of them with a specific course, but I’d serve all three alongside each of the savory courses (I’d drink a Kracher TBA— a Zwischen den Seen, not Nouvelle Vague bottlings — about a decade out to accompany the foie. All Austrian, but kind of loosey-goosey with what’s sipped with what’s chewed, intended to inspire conversation should the attendees care. And since I’m stranded on a desert island I’m probably already babbling to myself pretty regularly anyway, so I can just drink the wines without having to defend my preferences to the other attendees (seagulls and mermaids don’t necessarily have strong opinions on wine pairings).

But in the meantime, all y’all are tossing hundreds of words back and forth like they were hand grenades flying between the trenches in the Battle of the Somme, all revolving around the propriety of assigning specific French wines to dishes that look good but that sorta/kinda/maybe/oughta work with them. Sure, if I’m dining on a desert island on food that’s been flown in (begging the question of “if they’re dropping fancy dinners off to me, why couldn’t they just rescue me on of these times?)(which might also beg the question that maybe I’m on this island because I’ve contracted leprosy and they just don’t want to tell me), I reckon I’d have other, more important things to concern myself with. Like fruit flies. Snakes. Getting conked on my head by a coconut. Losing my only corkscrew.

-Eden (pondering if a falling coconut would also be categorized as a “fruit fly”?)
 
originally posted by Eden Mylunsch:
At some point during Shavasana (corpse pose, an appropriate name given the fact that my yoga class starts at 6 AM and by the end of the class it feels like the end of moi, what with parts of moi hurting that I didn’t even know I had), it dawned on me this thread is a textbook example of why I’d be okay sticking with only Austrian wine were I marooned on a desert island.

FWIW, I would have selected a Wiener Gemischter satz (the Wieninger Nußberg Alte Reben), a Grüner Veltliner Smaragd (likely from Rudi Pichler or Prager) and a red (an older bottle from Tschida. Rosi Schuster, or Moric) and I wouldn’t have paired any of them with a specific course, but I’d serve all three alongside each of the savory courses (I’d drink a Kracher TBA— a Zwischen den Seen, not Nouvelle Vague bottlings — about a decade out to accompany the foie. All Austrian, but kind of loosey-goosey with what’s sipped with what’s chewed, intended to inspire conversation should the attendees care. And since I’m stranded on a desert island I’m probably already babbling to myself pretty regularly anyway, so I can just drink the wines without having to defend my preferences to the other attendees (seagulls and mermaids don’t necessarily have strong opinions on wine pairings).

But in the meantime, all y’all are tossing hundreds of words back and forth like they were hand grenades flying between the trenches in the Battle of the Somme, all revolving around the propriety of assigning specific French wines to dishes that look good but that sorta/kinda/maybe/oughta work with them. Sure, if I’m dining on a desert island on food that’s been flown in (begging the question of “if they’re dropping fancy dinners off to me, why couldn’t they just rescue me on of these times?)(which might also beg the question that maybe I’m on this island because I’ve contracted leprosy and they just don’t want to tell me), I reckon I’d have other, more important things to concern myself with. Like fruit flies. Snakes. Getting conked on my head by a coconut. Losing my only corkscrew.

-Eden (pondering if a falling coconut would also be categorized as a “fruit fly”?)
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And, perhaps,learning what begging the question means. Maybe you and Pete can get together on that dessert island.
 
originally posted by Jonathan Loesberg:


And, perhaps,learning what begging the question means. Maybe you and Pete can get together on that dessert island.
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Oopsie! Guilty as charged, count me as yet another victim of the California State School System, where "if it works, say it" is the elementary school version of Strunk & White. This came back to haunt me many years ago when I had my ass handed to me in the course of writing my MW practice essays. Apparenty, written American Engish ("ie: whatever works") didn't cut it with the cut'n'dried, very-proper British English proctors who I suspect got a few extra chuckles keeping yet another yank from their ranks. Seeing the evil in my ways, I began paying attention to the way that words played with each other, how old saws and sayings don't always mean what you think they mean, and that spell-checkers and AI grammar correctors often create far more problems than they solve. (and for the record, no Artificial Intelligences was used in the creation of this post)(and for that matter, precious little real intelligence was wasted either)

-Eden (bitchin', gnarly, and outtasight, dude...)
 
i am a founding member of the society that has established that "assigning" at least 50% of the dishes to come out of an average coastal american's kitchen to "specific french wines" is like trying to land a 747 on a 1km runway. But why - and please excuse my slavonic - the fuck should the remediation take me to austria??
 
originally posted by Peter Creasey:

Jonathan, Interesting. A "dessert" island? Wow! What a chance to pig out.
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...
In The Big Rock Candy Mountains
There's a land that's fair and bright
Where the handouts grow on bushes
And you sleep out every night
Where the boxcars all are empty
And the sun shines every day
On the birds and the bees and the cigarette trees
The lemonade springs where the bluebird sings
In The Big Rock Candy Mountains
...
 
The inappropriateness of saying that something begs the question when we mean invites the question invites the question why don't we just say invites the question?
 
Or even just raised the question. But since almost nobody uses this correctly anymore, we are tilting at windmills, Oswaldo. I suppose soon everyone will say anchors away, which makes no sense whatever, and we will also have to shrug.
 
meanwhile, all pedantry aside, i've spent the afternoon worrying about whether there were any sectors on the somme where tossing hand grenades between the trenches was a viable option.

my guess is not.

fb.
 
originally posted by fatboy: meanwhile, all pedantry aside, i've spent the afternoon worrying about whether there were any sectors on the somme where tossing hand grenades between the trenches was a viable option.

my guess is not.
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Enjoying some (lots of?) good wine today?

. . . . . Pete
 
originally posted by fatboy:
meanwhile, all pedantry aside, i've spent the afternoon worrying about whether there were any sectors on the somme where tossing hand grenades between the trenches was a viable option.

my guess is not.

fb.
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I have read that there were such places between the Australians and the Turks: one would toss, but due to the long fuses of the period, the other would toss it back; so the first would count to 5 before tossing, and so on.

Seems like the sort of thing that could happen by accident in a 'hot' region but I doubt many would do it on purpose.
 
originally posted by Jeff Grossman:
originally posted by fatboy:
meanwhile, all pedantry aside, i've spent the afternoon worrying about whether there were any sectors on the somme where tossing hand grenades between the trenches was a viable option.

my guess is not.

fb.
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I have read that there were such places between the Australians and the Turks: one would toss, but due to the long fuses of the period, the other would toss it back; so the first would count to 5 before tossing, and so on.

Seems like the sort of thing that could happen by accident in a 'hot' region but I doubt many would do it on purpose.
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I believe fatboy's point was that it was unlikely that there were any places where the trenches were so close together that one could throw a grenade from one to another. I share his intuition about that. Grenades were used as one was attacking a trench and got closer to it, though what Jeff describes about fuses was still the case. I must admit, though, that I do not know the entire trench situation along all the lines and during the whole war.
 
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