Ian Fitzsimmons
Ian Fitzsimmons
I've been reading a volume of Dorthy Sayers's Lord Peter Wimsey detective stories, staged in the 1920s. Wimsey is presented as, among other things, a connaisseur of fine wines, and offers his closest friends combinations like Yquem with roast beef and Niersteiner with lamb.
In our house, we sheep-like adhere to the fashion of the day. It would not cross our minds, say, to drink Cheval Blanc out of styrofoam cups with McDonalds hamburgers, or red Loire wine with fish. Our definition of risque is acidic white wine with tomato sauce. I feel like letting my freak flag fly this holiday season, though, and wonder what kind of strange and aberrant admixtures others have encountered, and to what effect.
In our house, we sheep-like adhere to the fashion of the day. It would not cross our minds, say, to drink Cheval Blanc out of styrofoam cups with McDonalds hamburgers, or red Loire wine with fish. Our definition of risque is acidic white wine with tomato sauce. I feel like letting my freak flag fly this holiday season, though, and wonder what kind of strange and aberrant admixtures others have encountered, and to what effect.