Just celebrated Chris' birthday party this past week - basically we reserved out half of Matteo's and then ran over to our apartment for drinks and cake afterwards.So how many people can you fit in a 20 square meter room? Apparently at least 16.
On-going journal of Wade's life.
You know Fall has arrived when the mushroom guy starts showing up at market. Right now they only have some cepes, but the other varieties should be coming out soon.
This is probably a bit boring, but 50% of the people at Lilly who run around signing documents finds this to be significant.
With Patrick's mother in town, and the Black Forest a mere 45 minutes away - we had to do the cuckoo clock hunt this past weekend.
While suffering from a rather bad cold/flu/virus thing (it lasted two weeks), Patrick went to a tea shop and found me some amazing tea from China. It wasn't cheap, and it was the last she had (it usually arrives in Spring one time a year); but it spanked my sore throat.
Now this is chic-chic - and would probably make a good item for 'What is this?'.
All told this was probably my fifth trip to the Louvre, so the Mona Lisa and the Venus de Milo just don't have the same excitement as they once did - plus the crowds are ridiculous.
Patrick's Mother, Ceil, came to visit us for two weeks. We picked her up in Paris and spent a few days there, and then we came back to Strasbourg.
Even though train travel is twice as expensive in real dollars from the time I was in Luxembourg (I'm no longer a student), and I have a car - we still find train travel awesome. Especially if you are going to some major city like Paris and can take the Metro - not only do you save the 20 euros a day to park the car, you also avoid the 100 euros in tollroads. And not only from a financial perspective, you get twice the amount of reading done.
Several months ago, Andrea, Tim, Patrick, and I were running around the wine route, when we came across this one winery. So after a nice tour (and a very nice Riesling cremant), we were talking to the owner who said that we should come to the Sentier Gourmand. Basically, it was in the beginning of September, and they had several food stops as we walked through the vineyards around the small town. I remember being in college and having a golf course drinking party - where every house represented a different hole/drink - but this was in an entirely different league.
Of course you can't just jump into the Gourmand without a slow start - so after we parked, got our tickets, and followed everybody else down the street - we arrived at the first stop/course. It was a cremant (we've talked about this before...sparkling wine that wasn't made 200 miles to the west, so you can't call it champagne). Actually it was a lot of cremant, because each wine producer in the area donated their bottles.
Who would have thought that you could use Riesling to make a soup? Turns out you can, and it doesn't taste too bad. Unfortunately, it did have some sort of pig knuckle broth extract that I tasted after the first slurp - so I skipped the rest of it.
I know, it's hard to explain how you can be on stop number 3, and we are just starting to have the appetizer. This stop was important, because it was here we realized that this was a marathon and not a sprint.
We realize that the reason each station is placed at least a kilometer apart from each other is because you need something to burn off the alcohol. And in the case of Mindy, you need something to burn off all the excess sugar she has had (she ran up the hill three times after stop 2).
Um, this is where I was cheated...
Finally the moment I had been waiting for - munster, fromage blanc, and some kind of cheese that I had no idea what it was. Meat-eaters by this point were already stuffed, so I got double portions. Mindy had started her decline into the inevitable sugar coma and was just stretching in the corner waiting to feel really really bad.
Finishing a meal without coffee in France is like the Indianapolis 500 without gasoline. Granted it didn't come from an espresso make (with the thousands of people there, we would still be waiting) - but it was still good. Plus we were only a kilometer away from our cars.
This past weekend, we decided to go somewhere relatively close to Strasbourg; so Patty planned a surprise trip to somewhere unknown. The only limitations was that it had to have wine, cheese, and be within a 3 hour drive- in France that presents quite a few opportunities.
This was something new that we had done before. It appears that France has an entire network of bed and breakfasts - they're cheap, and they are usually in large older homes that have a lot of character.
This is probably one of the more interesting things about Jura. They make their own distinctive kind of wine called vin jaune (yellow wine), which comes from the Savagnin grape. After the wine has been fermented it's placed into the barrels, but the barrels are never topped off, so a thin film of yeasts forms. In February they even have a festival where they pierce the film (I called it sludge) after 5 years and three months since the wine was first placed in the barrels.
Any place you go in France the food is amazing, but it's always a little different. When we stopped for lunch on Saturday, I had this amazing meal of morels, cream, and toast. And Patrick had this fish sampler thing. All from a little restaurant out on some small side street.
The three most common foods in Jura... walnuts, comte cheese, and yellow wine.
Also interesting about Jura is that it has one of the smallest regions for wine growing - less than 2000 hectacres for all of Jura, and there are six regions within Jura. One of the most important (and some say, the one that makes the best yellow wine) is Chateau-Chalon, which was originally an Abbey on top of a plateau.
If you are a very observant person of the blog, you will have notices that ALL (and I mean ALL) pictures of our Design Lead, Jim Weber, would have consisted of a blue oxford shirt and khaki pants. The reason why? Because in the 7 years that I have known him, I have never seen him wear anything different to work - OK, there was that one time he wore a sweater over the blue oxford, but it was really cold in the office.