• 719 out of there, visiting Burt & Shirley (upstate, before the BBQ one

    From MICHAEL LOO@1:123/140 to ALL on Thursday, July 25, 2019 03:51:14
    I got up at 6, a couple hours earlier than I had to, and
    started the cleanup. There ended up being 10 or 12 bags of
    leftover food, three of which were perishable enough not
    to be able to survive a trip to Boston or Bowling Green.
    After a flurry of activity, a circumstance was discovered:
    we were supposed to vacate the premises by 10, but Federer
    (Bonnie has an immense crush on him) was playing Djokovic
    (she has a blind hatred for this one) in the Wimbledon
    final, so we stayed until Federer lost the first set in an
    agonizing tiebreak - Djokovic ended up winning the match
    in five, 7-6 (tiebreak), 1-6, 7-6 (tiebreak), 4-6, 13-12
    (tiebreak). One of those events that will go down in history
    with Mike Eruzione and the US Olympic hockey victory and the
    6th game of the 1975 World series. But we had to get out of
    there and catch our lunch appointment with the Fords, and
    the cleanup crew were already there by the time we left.

    Google has a very straightforward way to get there. What it
    and we didn't realize is that there is a detour for Melvin
    Hill road, taking us many miles out of our way, another
    detour for NY-88, taking us miles out of our way in the
    other direction, and a third detour for NY-31, which takes
    us to the wrong side of the Erie Canal, which isn't so much
    fun, as even with eyesight I wouldn't have recognized the
    neighborhood. We were wandering seemingly aimlessly down
    Detour NY-31 (I kept saying, this isn't 31, and Bonnie kept
    pointing to the signs that said 31, and I kept saying, no,
    it isn't and pointing to the orange DETOUR signs, which was
    about all I could see anyway. So we pulled over in near
    desperation, and I looked left and there was the Whitbeck
    Road bridge, so we were not lost after all. A couple minutes
    and we were home, The 50 minute trip had taken twice that.

    We had tons of food with us, much of which had no shelf
    life in the car, so we loaded up the Fords' freezer whether
    they liked it or not. Our plan was to take them out for a
    local color lunch, and their plan had been to take us out
    for a local color lunch, but I overruled all that and made
    stuff out of what we had. The Fords were nonplussed but
    gracious, saying that they would not turn down an
    opportunity to have my cooking.

    I made a homestyle meal of dan jiao (essentially omelets
    filled woth ground meat, peas, scallions, and soy sauce)
    and bai chieh ji (poached chicken with scallion and soy).
    Perhaps some duplication of flavors, but that was what we
    had. I hope they thought it was okay.

    Jane and Ellie and Bonnie and I had done a tasting at Burt's
    comfort zone winery, McGregor, and I decided to buy Burt a
    treat and find the most prestigious Cabernet, Merlot, or
    Pinot available. I don't care for the Rob Roy, which is
    Burt's favorite, so I didn't consider that, nor the other
    fancy blend they tout highly. I ended up with the Pinot Noir
    08, a substantially rich meaty wine with more Bordeauxy cigar
    box and dark berries than Pinotiness. Still vigorous, and
    there's a reason why the winery considers it the biggest
    and best of its Pinots.

    Bonnie hadn't liked the current release Pinots we'd tasted
    at the winery and was a little suspicious of my choice but
    had sort of liked the Highland Red, so I got a bottle of it
    for our second bottle. It was pleasantly fresh, but Burt
    harrumphed and said it wasn't up to snuff and led me to
    the cellar to let me have the run of it. I found an old
    rarity, Citran 08, but when I pulled it out, it turned out
    to be the 00, so I told Burt to save it for their anniversary
    and picked the second choice of Ch. Lalande Borie 09, a
    large, well made wine that is still in its first youth,
    full of mint and herbs and pepper and blackcurrant. Right
    smack dab in the middle of its prime.

    Burt has stooped a bit and is a little plumper than he was,
    his height settling into girth more or less, and Shirley is
    as lovely as ever, perky despite her recent travails. I
    hope they last a good long time more, enough to have them
    attend at least one more picnic.

    It was a fun visit, but we felt it would be wise to head
    out before dark, so reluctant goodbyes and we rode off into
    the, er, no we didn't, we were headed east.
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