Sharon Bowman
Sharon Bowman
Yesterday I took the A train. I brought a backpack and a book, and I'm glad I did. I took a folding Laguiole knife, too, just in case.
I went up to Dyckman Street-200th in Manhattan. Inwood. I walked to the park.
So, to backtrack a second—the summer was very dry in this part of the world, this year. So dry that my lone mushroom foray up the Hudson Valley resulted in crispy black chanterelles in the ground.
However, temperatures have remained clement, and rain has sprung itself upon us a couple of times of late, so I thought maybe... perhaps...
I tromped around, yesterday, in fairly damp ground, and found a few inedibles in Inwood Hill Park. Then, clambering back down to the paved world, I thought that it would be reprehensible not to stop in at the storied wine store PJ's. So I did.
Got three bottles, which I knew could all fit in my empty backpack. Hell, this backpack has hauled 20 lb. of morels; of course it can carry 3 bottles. Two were whites I'll talk about some other time.
The other was 1994 López de Heredia Tondonia GR.
I came home, put my feet up, ate something inconsequential, and watched the old TV show "Frasier," which I've just discovered on Netflix and which is so interesting.
Flash forward (well, walk with me forward) to today.
What better to do on a Sunday than go snag some lamb chops, and hello, dinner.
I've now opened this. I have only had it one other time, this young vintage, and that was at a set meal at Pearl & Ash a year and a half ago focused on LdH's wines. There, it was obviously obscured by loftier siblings from more storied vintages.
But the joke's on no one; this is a lovely wine, and it's drinking very prettily right now. And I'm watching an episode of a show that was on TV when it was made.
I went up to Dyckman Street-200th in Manhattan. Inwood. I walked to the park.
So, to backtrack a second—the summer was very dry in this part of the world, this year. So dry that my lone mushroom foray up the Hudson Valley resulted in crispy black chanterelles in the ground.
However, temperatures have remained clement, and rain has sprung itself upon us a couple of times of late, so I thought maybe... perhaps...
I tromped around, yesterday, in fairly damp ground, and found a few inedibles in Inwood Hill Park. Then, clambering back down to the paved world, I thought that it would be reprehensible not to stop in at the storied wine store PJ's. So I did.
Got three bottles, which I knew could all fit in my empty backpack. Hell, this backpack has hauled 20 lb. of morels; of course it can carry 3 bottles. Two were whites I'll talk about some other time.
The other was 1994 López de Heredia Tondonia GR.
I came home, put my feet up, ate something inconsequential, and watched the old TV show "Frasier," which I've just discovered on Netflix and which is so interesting.
Flash forward (well, walk with me forward) to today.
What better to do on a Sunday than go snag some lamb chops, and hello, dinner.
I've now opened this. I have only had it one other time, this young vintage, and that was at a set meal at Pearl & Ash a year and a half ago focused on LdH's wines. There, it was obviously obscured by loftier siblings from more storied vintages.
But the joke's on no one; this is a lovely wine, and it's drinking very prettily right now. And I'm watching an episode of a show that was on TV when it was made.